White Knuckles - Pile

A feverish hand is the one that swings the ax

Rote learning while shivering on its back

Strangers and friends alike don’t know how to react

With your white knuckles on the ax

The water in your head begins to expand

Pistol in mouth and ax in hand

With your hands full you cannot meet your demands

While sitting in the snow for a sun tan

Blew himself away

And went back inside

He but the ax did not survive

Boots covered in brain

And he laughed until he cried

Resolutely decided that he tried