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Destined to never
have the evolution
of another Othello-like
burden, you wove a cotton
hued comforter with your racist
pronged needles to be a submerging
deflating comfort, irrespective
of whichever season that would dawn.
Pandemonium, conundrum
corruption and atrocities were
mere simple icing coverings for
the wicked caked nation that came
into being to foster nightmare thunder-
storms of oppressive social disorder.
Shadowing a military state
of the union of a festering nation,
you imposed a law and order police
ethic acceptable to international fascistic
comrades in arms of whatever means
deemed the appropriate necessary measures
to put down The revolutionary liberating
spirits of the oppressed and their allies now
freed of painfully constipated inactions.
The newly volcanic-like eruption of demands
for equitable focus on freedom, justice and the
pursuit of happiness, now have you in genital
clutches—cringing like a trapped fox—and your
veins of sly folly now bleed your inexorable
demise. And Like the Thanksgiving gobbler
awaiting his execution, your resent frantic hopping,
pecking, moaning and droppings in your pooping
prized barnyard now produces nothing less putrid
as the white house/outhouse funky end of your
treacherous rein—least fires of hell burn us over.
May it is the will of God that, the gothic beast
shall no longer have the power to make good seem
evil and hate infested evil seem to be graciously good.
