Don'T Tread On My Confederate Flag Poem by William Mowell

I smell deception in the mists, I see an asshole with balled up fists

Someone wants a fight to break, but peace is what I'll try to make

I'm no peacemaker or saint, but blood isn't something I paint

I'll knock you out if it comes to it, and don't think I'll give a shit

If there's another way I'll find it, but don't think I'll be the one to quit

Don't think I wont find solace in your demise, and don't think I'll ever compromise

Lock and load mother fucker, I wont be your sucker

I'll bring you hell, and your soul I will sell

A dime, a horse, a nickel bag, don't tread on my confederate flag