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No Reason for Rhyming

Call me nothing, call me a peasant
call me any epithets that you find pleasant
ill pick up the receiver, and retort avidly
contradicting all false diatribes, you sleep with depravity
Your mouth means nothing, your tongue, tall and swollen
without the protection of vice, your belongings would be stolen,
 But i continue allowing my wage stolen,
like a page folding,
bending over with the balance of ransacked pins from bowling,
now your kicking for columbine, trying to chalk it as “all in time”
neck skin will be emaciate and torn if you don’t fall in line
Wall is mine, only protection against your false will,
monetary devaluation has us climbing a false hill
Exhalted river of bleed,
extolled mission of greed,
the sickness won’t be cured until the disease is halted,
the criminals responsible for death are faulted,
and the true patriots come from beneath the blanket of farce,
only veracity will ever be vaulted

Curious monkey with intelligence deficit disorder

Walking on your ashes
Dancing on your face
for resources, uncivil clashes
king george parades around like a fucking disgrace
his words lit the hearts of none on fire,
didn’t even receive the popular vote
i refuse to call his reptillian ass sire
until his lying mouth drowns from oil in the moat
still ravaging, savaging, the next target lingers,
still the lies drool from his lips
and you won’t care even after kins blood falls through fingers,
i would not malinger with people like this, reality they can’t even come to grips,
And they cant understand violent rebellion
or why the peasants take up arms, to defend their first-born,
murdering the sunni’s like allah-infused hellions,
and you won’t understand until your FIRST, TORN

Sore Losers

laying by the side of a river,
deafened by the rush
vicious patches of thorns, composed of
fake liars with devil horns
screaming audacious and flippant
begging for their sirens of farce to be heard
but the pure refuse
demur and recuse
and tread back to the cottage,
surrounded by vines and valleys
dispossession of time as a resource,
letting go of those fruitless desires,
empty baskets of pleasure
pure hatred fill them now 
Broken, blistered and wartorn
Forgetting memories of peace
a conflict too important to ignore
your folklore are lies, your freedom is folly,
sullen soldiers fighting a battle not theirs,
like women selling their bodies in bali,
you too, are dying inside out, in a gutter you’ll rot bare