June 15, 2016

Dialect Box

Ignore the memeframe 
they had to hang it Kook 
for truth a Mona Lisa closer look. 
The godess worshipped in esotertica-Murica,
one third a nationstate in Name,
greek porcelain 
so hot Shakespeare named her in refrain.
The ammophant in the room is Grand mommyphore for... 
endless stupid war. 

Nay, killing. 
For profit. 
For sacrifice.
The complex Cabal 
works to say no play at home 
(look, dead gays) 
while murderous rinse repeat same game. 

Bin who?

Been Russian no Afghanistan that's who!
SS Pancreas sunk at sea! 
NYC so sad a day fell Eleventee.
Iraq, let's play! 
Oops here are guns go topple toosey today! 

We left the keys in all the bombs.
Murderers who blew off arms
knowing full well what came next. 
Our necks!
Don't you know the Dialect? 
The manufactured terrorism on your dollar credit-chequed?
And now you pay. 
And once again all twisted up with gay.

Know what I hate? Blindness. 
On my effing back. 
And laughing pricks one eye whole world.
How's that addage go?

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