I Was Sitting in the Bathroom
And I Was Drinking a Cup of Coffee
And I Was Thinking to Myself
Who Is the Only One I Can Think To
What If There Are Creatures On Another Planet
And They Have a Machine That Tracks My Thought Waves
Following Each Twist and Turn Leading Them to the Ones I Love?
My Parents Old Lovers Friends Co-workers Maybe My Brother Matthew
On Each of Them These Beasts Place a Minute Bug
A Bug That Eats Slowly Away At Their Minds Their Souls
And Makes Them Hate Me
What If They Did That?

That's Only One of the Many Ways They Could Be Causing Me Pain
These Dark Animals These Hellborn Psycho Laughing Things
So I Thought to Myself Who Is the Only One I Can Think To
What Possible Way Is There For Me to Defend Myself?

And At That Precise Moment It Appeared Before Me
Hovering
An Indestructible Gun
A Gun Composed of Rayon and Mercury
A Bubble Gum Wrapper
A Bit of Flesh From My Right Forearm
An Organic Culmination of Cosmology and the Other Sciences
With It I Could Strike Down Any Evil Creature Who Took to Conspire Against Me
And When Their Dark Forces Possessed the Ones I Loved
I Would Destroy Them Coldly
With a Pull
Of
The
Trigger