but the bastards wont leave me alone
Blue Prints
Come on out...Come on come on... do not
Mewl mewl.
Pucker something!
Be honest and show
Your sorry faces.
As you wait on your
Tipped toes hoping
You were not wrong our jobs
And our homes and
Our money are being taken.
You dare not show your faces
Do you?
You forget we are here.
Best remember you elites...
We remember guillotines
And we still have the blueprints.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2012-02-10 at 23:29
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