anger, let it boil, fertile soil
as the blood runs hot
it surrounds it confounds
and o'er flows the pot
the enemy eaten, meat is beaten
killing receiver and sender
the bread will sop, arguements chop
a debate with no defender
now you choose, a kiss confuse
the gallows far from loose
the gentle kiss, feigned justice
ring rope burns as a noose
justice's daughter, tastes of the slaughter
blind but she can taste,
logic defies, truth without eyes
to hunger goes the waste
trouble enmesh, we lick the flesh
and rage for our pound so soon
to lazy for sloth, we stir the broth
and take our satisfaction by the spoon
for your inspection, this election
a need to target sate
10 in a room, will choose no doom
but find someone to hate
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
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