For me there is no order of things
I cling to the “WHO DONE IT of THIS
MURDER

Coping poetry 650000000

Illustrative as this tone poem bores
Thinking verse two gets pricy and
Three a withdrawal of credit

Read it back a while
ago and the price of them eggs was dimpled
ground down as the clown ran it all back making
Hacks like me feel guilty as bacon grease flavors

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The forth passes
But really failed
juiced by hum-drum dumb
Hit and run lighting of lies
And legal eagle fix is in
No win

Just him and his red ties
Screaming commie
scaring the stupid