Playing War

Playing War

A Poem by Periac



can i borrow a dollar to buy more guns?
lets meet at the bike rack send your son

even though its a weeknight, thanks for the sleep over
can i set this here?
build this here?
where should we hang her?




our liberty snowcone
bloody from a runny nose


© 2008 Periac


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yes we waxin Zen, not zen-like see, but Zen in spirit, blessed be!
More and more billions spent in a playground AKA US Backyard, and includes the cost of your greatest LOVES, your innocent children. The US and the powers that be lurk near our family surface hiding in plain sight. The US sort of visits places with a weeknight handshake but doesn't kiss you before it screws you.
The US leads the way in a Mod culture of disempowering women.
Thus liberty holds not her promise of a JUST way, but a sway of just snocone bloody sh#te

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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yes we waxin Zen, not zen-like see, but Zen in spirit, blessed be!
More and more billions spent in a playground AKA US Backyard, and includes the cost of your greatest LOVES, your innocent children. The US and the powers that be lurk near our family surface hiding in plain sight. The US sort of visits places with a weeknight handshake but doesn't kiss you before it screws you.
The US leads the way in a Mod culture of disempowering women.
Thus liberty holds not her promise of a JUST way, but a sway of just snocone bloody sh#te

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Periac
Periac

Lake Geneva, WI



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