Retrofitted Rebel RepublicA Poem by S. Bishop
Deplorable actions derived from self-loathing and all that's despised, produced hypocrites and pedophiling predators, a demoralization its the malignant cancer destroying mankind's fragile state of mind. Time's up, its the apocalypse, all you sinners get in line, single file, judegment day is here, its payback time. Woe is the afflicted soul, ambushed by these atrocities, suck it up now, don't surrender, the enemy won't show you any pity. While infatuated with prefabricated bullshit, you're transformed a hollow shell, preoccupied with self serving fantasies that encourage the psychological meltdown, that'll expedite the extinction of every species. The sunday obituary headlines advertise, "buttfucked by politicians of Washington D.C., inside the acclaimed 4-star bureaucratic den of debauchary". Gulible are the pragmatic heiritics, oops my mistake I meant judically appointed derelicts, who consider attacking an entire country, using taxpayer money to exploit half-cocked theories on national t.v. Oh s**t, my bad, our mistake- but now its too late. The national security cabinet can't retract a war, so now 10,000 plus deaths and orphaned children are all that's left. Hey Bush, congratulations, how's it feel are you embarassed yet? In case you didn't know you committed the mother of all f**k-ups. That's not only been globally televised, but there's also the 2 a.m. reruns on ESPN and don't forget the local 11 o'clock news highlights.
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