bloated brianless bill-sign monstrosity

bloated brianless bill-sign monstrosity

A Poem by Capaneus

Lies,

    Libertine,

    and the pursuit of pacifists

    Gonna turn ya girls to squirrels

    A hand shake won't mean # and there'll be no dualin

    cause we campaigned

    in Champagne

    to toast campaign donations

    Vally Forge would never kick that a*s

    Hitler was evil              

    so there's no more of that

    They've assured me no need to fight back

 

    and the Polygraph'd be a blood bath if I were running it

    but I got that disorder 'give a #'

 

    So its Tea time at pitch fork party

    bring your torches and your guns

    lets all go get slaughtered

    beaten, tazzered, try to run

    I hate to break it to ya but the war they've gonna won

    was purchased by the people at the barrel of the gun

    We

    Don’t

    Stand

    A

    Chance

     

    Notable,

    not able,

    no table for ya here

    The English never dreamed of this much fear

    So if form is follow function

    then what the # are we

    forming at the junction for our posterity

    some bloated brainless monster

    Bill sign monstrosity

    Binging on the belly of more perfect unity

 

© 2016 Capaneus


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Added on September 6, 2016
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