Smelling rats
Bootclad kicks and black backhitting sticks.Us moles won't fall for your cropcircle tricks
Cause we're from the land where UFO's
are born from concrete and bricks.
You went for the poor
and now you're after the poorer
Rip apart Mona Lisa
While making speeches to your fat little kids
about how much you adore her.
But see while you were stitching together
your latest fake statements
I was in the building adjacent
Smelling the rats in your basement.
The pawns may ride on a rusty stud
But I'll stay on point and paint the skies
red with underdog blood
Poetry by lou bergs
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Written on 2005-06-04 at 19:04
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