very cross hairs missed me by a pubic centimetre
rage against the dying of the light
fire ice fire ice fire ice the big bangled whimper how nice
Lon's got a hunch clang, the rusty bells
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SONNET #14: O God, Nietzsche Was Right
Juggling the navy north wall: the breath of death
prophets the lost the bound O bring them bagels!
I'm black alright, but f*ck it, just forget it
Joe Campbell beat your meat balls are all that's left
high tense wires high strung falsetto beliefs my blue guitar upside yo head
Wordsworth was a poofter and so were his clouds
I kindle gestures? my bad all how you frame it and the lens
Was it Medusa or Madonna? I kinda just threw that out there (collages, right?)
out back in the territories some wild-eyed kike beats the sh*t out of let's-call-him-Ahmed, who has a stroke, that's why darkies were born
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