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The Great Big 'HOW IT IS'
All the tiny tinny media pustule mouthpieces repeat syndrome rote script
Whilst the onomatromatron attempts to trip the scales
Irretrievably oh so inevitably rather insatiably seeking total Power
Feel the wheels that dig the track mow the heads off your back
And forth for all the worth is dug and dig
It's almost time to dance the trance like ostrich jig
Fill the empty jug big .gov rig the scaffolding can
You hold up the ancient animus Hanging Man
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-02-20 at 01:02
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Scaffolding Folderol
See the Gargantua Moloch Heads Of State ProclaimThe Great Big 'HOW IT IS'
All the tiny tinny media pustule mouthpieces repeat syndrome rote script
Whilst the onomatromatron attempts to trip the scales
Irretrievably oh so inevitably rather insatiably seeking total Power
Feel the wheels that dig the track mow the heads off your back
And forth for all the worth is dug and dig
It's almost time to dance the trance like ostrich jig
Fill the empty jug big .gov rig the scaffolding can
You hold up the ancient animus Hanging Man
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 509 times
Written on 2016-02-20 at 01:02
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