Wondering if it were any stronger

To face Karma,

Than to look it in the face

And say

“I don’t care.”

To look the Executioner

In his shotgun’s eyes,

Before he blows you to

Hell,

And say

“I’ll see you there.”

The world made no profit

Offa ME.

Nor did it offer

Any business

Of forgiveness

For a solid apology,

Squeezed through bolted teeth.