The World Is A Fecking Playground
Ahh the sound of anotherDelusional unhinged puppet rustling
His millions away before
He laughs in faces and is
Allowed to abscond to his luxury
That now is at our attention.
Are we not clever?
I hope this country finds itself
Within this terrible beauty... and
Will wean itself away from the
Chronic medicators... and become
Itself again.
Be gone you fool
And spare the lives
That feed your ego-
Listen to the lifeblood.
Now let's watch everybody
Squirm and say "The big boy
Did it and ran away!"
The world is a fecking playground.
And as usual there is the stammering...
I swear by astonishing rules...
There could be something back...
Let a man have a life
Listening...
Meanwhile do not
Bother me.
I'm away with Eeyore and Piglet
Expecting company.
I want a nescafe.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2011-03-02 at 02:32
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