Your honor......A Poem by Marshallthis was it, the sideways glace with criminal intent tax dodger, millionaire with make-up slyly fleecing sheep off poor citizens backs living within wind and rage on a mountain top retreat glass chandeliers, wool carpets, ivory wall hangings smoking cubans, smirking has-beens 'who are they but grovelers in the grime of social disgrace'. The lord. no, i'm not i countered, shrinking in my walrus skin, of shades of brown and chameleon i didn't do it. I was just there buying groceries for a weekend soup. take him away, he is a liar, his face says so his words are smooth as d***o glass inserted in a conscious effort to fool us..... five years will teach him temperance make him see routine, file his taxes, place him in a cell with accountants,( the cells are full of "em) lock him up in tax forms place him in a poverty trap let him learn not to get rich by his wits wits are for whites only. skin colour is everything now. ha ha. case closed. throw away the key. © . All rights reserved, a month ago© 2014 Marshall |
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