Friday, September 16, 2005

59. Blind Obtuse Money Kills Like A Gun . . . Just Quieter

by Roger Drowne EC - Earth

The Cu$h / Bheney / love USA
Sick government stolen gangsters...

Obtuse
Killers...and buds lie in the shit...
Jolly

Meanwhile on the far side of Turd Blossom Street...
Creative people are Given hidden tools...
Out of the Earth to pry lose truths from the Gods...
To slay the lie-fire smoking muck...
Foaming from the death-dragon's forked tongue...
Singing their Happy Motto...

They are already Dead a long time ago

It's time for
The obtuse W one
To go
And
Never play the boss
Of
Hurricanes
War
Or
Sick
Love
Again

Killing
Old and young
Alike


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

1 comment:

Nathanial West said...

that was true poetry