Here’s a riddle for you.
If you slaughter the flock and I slit the shepherd’s throat,
Which one of us is the wolf?
If I take a bullet to the chest on a Tuesday night
And no one is around to hear me fall,
Am I really dead?
If I die but I don’t die,
And a muzzle loaded with fangs is just as dangerous as a muzzleloader,
Where do you fit into all this?
Do you have an answer?
If you shoot me in the chest on a Tuesday night
And neither of us dies,
Does it really matter?
After all, let’s be honest,
If I poured the gasoline and you lit the match
We would both make the news.
TWO HALVES OF THE HOLE I’LL BE BURIED IN//0097