Get it.
Ok, got it.
I'm done
Kill the God gene
How?
put your trust in the man gene.
Now you're just too good for me
Looking down your nose at me
As if I'm some sort of unclean creep
And spineless, up my spine you creep
Stupid brown shirt your mind is weak
your ever changing science is also weak
Your evidence is cheap
Dumber than a chick's cheap cheap
I'd tell you to kiss my ass but you wouldn't
I'd kick your bloody ass, but help it wouldn't
Take your self righteous jabs with you
You only had one more than me
cause your dumb enough to have 3
You're better than me?
You let a pin prick put miles between us
You let your fear devide us
Emotionally
Physically
Mentally
Politically
Above all, spiritually...
Yeah not nice proff
We've already got
Black v white
Left v right
Bender v straight
Crime v law
Guns v none
Nice v awful
If pushing your control freak fear
Is some thing, anything to fear
It is, if it makes you some kind of special
Its a special kind of cunt.
The Post Poem Rant
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Of which SS is most adept, lives. I'm tired as hell and...I am putting it to metered word syllables. "You" as the ubiquitous "They" but the specific referenced beg it to be an indiv. Both work - I like a good blow this! write - I'm wierd that way, huh, SS?
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Psssst: She called him a "brown shirt".
fro ~(; D)-
Lady A
Such hatred. The "you" in
Such hatred. The "you" in this poem must have hurt you deeply.
My Secret River