The NRA Scares Me More Than The TerroristsA Poem by Written On The Run
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World's gone to sin. (Old news) Hell's sold in handbaskets Woven into the fabric Of papier-mâché promises Melting in slobber. Why bother? Good question, We glad you paid attention. Cause the giant's off napping. They hobbled us at birth Under yokes broken like camel backs. Debt's the new mouse trap, baby! And it's vomitting up cheddar. Let's celebrate With new interest rates! Uncle Sam's a pimp And he owns that a*s Double stamped and approved. You can't win this race You can only improve Your place. © 2013 Written On The Run |
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Added on May 6, 2013 Last Updated on May 6, 2013 AuthorWritten On The RunAboutThese are all random musings. Nothing deep. I don't want to be known for anything. Reviews are welcome and will be returned in kind. - WotR more..Writing
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