Disconnect the Alarm

Itchy trigger fingers
Frequently squeeze off a few extra rounds
Put that thing down
Before we hurt some one
I Heart Lily
Despite her tantrums
We all get wound up tight
Some times
Well okay, every fucking day
So ride that wind horse
Don’t let it ride you
And be grateful for the work
Even as it works you over
Last one out turn on the lights
And disconnect the alarm
Empty rooms don’t need protecting