Ode to Travis Bickle

"Anytime, anywhere"
Does she cringe at the desk when the screen aims for the seat of the chair?
You could never sleep
You could never sleep so you cut off your hair
They make your stomache nervous when they leave the girl bare.
But you swear that you've witnessed quite enough,
Poison your own food, leave them belly up.
"Anytime, Anywhere"
and the campain's parade brings a grin to your face
Stand in the back, make a toast to yourself
And the smell still stays
you count all they ways you will never let them touch her.
"they cannot touch her" At all.
Burning flowers. eat the respidol.
and a few hours later,
you realize your body is caving in and to win, you must sin,
just like Massada.