Moronic Rhetoric-- Acidic OxydationA Poem by Sinceerwrote this sometime last year... the motif spills over to under lieI got the sense of a grave digger who hates Hitler, Early bird with a nightstick but enjoys a late dinner. One of those types, got my eyes on the border patrol, A Rather then ignoring the ode that’s too boring to loathe. This country got w****s into coach, forming the mold; Wheres the closure? its pigments odor stains the riders belt, My guide to hell is inside the welts put on the higher shelf. Out of reach but next to heart, indigenous to the concept of narc, Intrepid farce, a binomial, corroding through, a henchmen’s mark. These ink blots paint the proof and glitz of each warning shot taken used to miss, Side swipe the mental knots aimed in feuds with wit like Rorschach aiding fugitives Preparation for the mass huddle, ill take a test and disrobe in the glass shuttle. Unwrap the tier of confusion that befits the illusions of tryin to hard to act subtle. Showing indifference with a racist blend, calm my dreams with a homeostasis trend. In an ageless end, without betraying friends, ill live a life sickly white but make amends. Give a forty to a mule an call it a night, Cuz the stranger in me, hits the light at the angle you bleed, Mangled and neat, I like it fresh like raping an angels p***y.. © 2008 SinceerFeatured Review
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