Nice and Easy Ppl

Don't ever tell me about the good keep-your-head-down kind.
the quiet church mouse Christians who wouldn't harm a fly...
or help the dying.
the nice ppl who just want to be left alone,
the soft-spoken neighbors who just want to keep keeping on,
dangling by fingernails to the spinning globe.

I don't feel no kind of a way about the do-nothing good.
the crowd-pleasers and shiteaters and heavy breathers
shucking in beat to a death march,
singing in key to the screams.
Harmonizing so that terror almost sounds like a song.
Harmonizing so that they are in perfect pitch to wails.
There are more important things than being in tune
with the Breaking News scrolling across our eyelids.
In times of strife, harmony is complicity
and smiles are machetes.