Lastly luck had ought to listen; pass the buck and consequences,
Gassing up the competition; Daffy Duck is on a mission,
Patching up the poplar prison; dashing love is not for Nixon,
Catch the pup and call it missing; add it up with jobs dismissing,
Poems bleed when plentiful with tears to taste a cup of dread,
No one needs a neck of wool when shears are placed to cut the thread,
Bleed the palm with skeet to see while painting with a bloody horde,
Eat the qualm and seed the sea when hanging by a fucking sword.
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Hold a friend’s faded tomb with his teeth in a jar,
Cull the cleanse aided soon with the cleats in the tar,
Rip the reins from these fucks as we stick them in a cold rhyme,
Blitz the lanes like a crux as you strip them like a coal mine,
I won’t say soldiers loot but expect roses to,
I don’t pray over food but respect those that do,
Lead the kids into war with a weapon for the heartless,
Eat the rich when you’re poor with your heaven where your heart is.
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