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"Vile Reason Crochet"

So they won't undo their shit, and nor we see their cred. Our ass on fire they set. On our demise they bet.

We see their unimprisoned treason and sedition. Treachery is their beloved prediction. Unlaced, untied and unscoped perdition. Our fear is their only tradition.

Jesus' side they claim, and at our grandma's butthole they aim. Are we hiding our balls in vain? Our taxes are paid, what's the gain?

The bill of rights sunk in the ash trash. They hash out our cash stash, and keep it pinned on their dash for all purposes most of them hush, while others brush. They say they can't lash much on this such high notch that they rush, that later say they can't touch.

Feared into treason for no reason on a loop. Hardening our ass so it can't pass the poop. In the park they roof the whole group throwing the ball in the hoop. They know and they see it but don't expose the dupe. They don't even tell you which crimes have been committed against you.

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"Sweat Off"

The sweat off the cigar is not on par, it's not a bar. Caught in the car, but not that far; mixing the jar, few drops of tar.

Sinking in, fading in, we're so in. Sat on the bin, forgot the gin; what a sin yet to be seen. It is so mean out on the lean.

They don't believe on the leaf; love to get caught on the beef. You see, the reef deceives; they grief, they won't give, and don't leave.

But they rob just like Bob. And they murder and they plot, their own people with their glock. and their whole flock is hand-locked on the people's cock.

And they hide, they don't fight. They just kite and don't bite. They don't cite, they go light. One day might, not tonight

So then who will say boo, as we're here all coo-coo. The popo dance in the poo poo. So if not us, then who.

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"Light Fears"

Beige tears and light fears, turned and twisted gears, for years. The rear for the joint and the beer; so weird, so near, into my ear, almost here.

Too much peace or too much breeze, who knows what it really is. You look around and see the freeze. Cold coming in from the crease.

What if it breaks, like they say. If I don't pray, just like that day. Was it fate, cause it was great. Felt no hate for being late.

Everybody blamed seemed the same. They just came, not for fame. We're all lame, just said James; big o mane, not a pain in the rain.

One day they will drop, on the crop. Like the cop that just hops in the mob; head turned like a knob when the job bites his jaw, and he robs, and then sobs.

In the end, as they bend like in the trend. They don't defend, they pretend to mend. If they descend, and we don't lend, and we just fend, the fear shall end.

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"Injecting the wall"

Injecting the wall is not a troll, if you roll with the ball when they call the wax doll things get dull and the goal is to fall down the hall if at all.

Cause we lol the whole mall. We go all into the poll that they sold, cause we're told don't stand tall and pay the toll, or we'll throw you into the row.

We get away from their lousy train, cause we hate disdain if it's in vain. Will they miss their aim when they smash their brain, and hit us with the whole crane .

Brains go out the drain. You can see it all unstained cause it's washed by the rain, but can see the frames in flames losing all fame, and tamed by James.

Never isn't long enough. You can never lose the cough. Though you can't unsee the bluff, they can never kill the love.

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"The longest log"

The longest log, says the blog is not enough for the cough. It's a bluff, it's a fluff that you puff or just huff. Cause you'll love just how rough, and just tough is the buff in handcuffs.

When you're through with the crew; cause you stood just for you, there's no cue or a clue, and it's true things get blue when a few say pew pew, it's not over, it's due.

We've been things and they shield rings. They don't clean their dirty grin. Fear the lynch unless they're pinched; their bread syringe, their deadly cringe, early Grinch, doors unhinged, rights infringe, keyhole binge.

Everything we have read about them also says death. It's like we're lying in bed and the priest is the fed; treason their cred, abuse left unsaid, our love for freedom they dread. The will of the people they fret without legal remorse or regret.

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"Potato sack"

Potato sack in the trap on the rack in the back; where they grab when you fuck, cause they hack the whole jack. They don't lack a good snack when the pack they say quack, and attack make a buck with the duck. They don't need a good luck to pile up on the stack.

Every day they betray the array on the tray; with old Ray burn the hay as we lay before may. Jay won't pay, he said nay. Is he gay, he won't say, but no way, he don't pray, hair won't gray.

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"So pretty"

Look at it, so pretty. Look at him, so gritty. Hear him out, he did it. Watch him sleep, so giddy.

Scope in the hole, new and old. See the ball, is the call. Senses dulled, moral fall, hidden sea-gull. Clean whore in dirty halls. Feel the jolts, hide the malt, in the salt; watch their waltz.

What a show, didn't matter you said no. They're not selfless though. Ho ho ho… fund the show, and cash the dough. What's the tree for.

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"Wings for the poor"

The wings of the poor left at the door, right by the floor, tied with a chord. It was around four, like they did before. You wonder what for. Why all the gore in all history lore. Greed is just more, never either or. Blood pour, the poor sent to roar, their souls tore; carnivore, bullets wore.

But sipping deeply, boss is creepy. Soul is iffy, anti-hippy, keyhole peeky. Loves your peepee. Gets you weepy dead and trippy.

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"Around the door"

Around the door, chased by his bore down his core. It says no more after four in the lore, and in the tour.

You get a hunch around lunch, eating a bunch of things that crunch; cause what you munch has a punch…

To this date you sit and wait for the bait to come straight. You can't wait for their fate. So lock their gate, kill their hate never late, mate, not past 8. We just ate, let's not wait.

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"Silly con"

Silly con got it on. Not a bum with a bun, just a cunt. They're not done with their fun. They're not gone with their gun. They are still not none. The eyes scoped on the nun, as$ pinched by the pawn.

They take the deal; selfless in the field, just paying bills as your home they conceal, and your money they steal, and your rights through they drill, and morale they throw on the grill. You can't hide on the hill, and just feel how you feel. Their fear is glued to your heel. The love in your heart they want to kill. The stillness of the mill doesn't pay their bill. The selflessness is not real. They want to reel our feel, and turn our love into fear.

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"The road to the monkey"

The road to the monkey is not too wonky, or clunky if you're funky, or take a leap while it's junky, and enforcing gets lumpy. Throats get gunky, and cars not so honky, and the kids not so punky.

The monkey on the back outside the sack smokes the crack, and locks you up.

They rob you to keep you safe, but you're not safe in your own place. They don't say it to your face with your water laced as your ass they mace, and you suffer at your own pace. Cause you can't embrace, so your fear they trace, and your life erase.

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I challenge myself to write a new poem every day on stream. Here is today's poem. I called it Tiger in the sack.

"Tiger in the sack"

The tiger in the sack wants his stripes back in his bag with the bat. But they're bad like their dad. They're a fan of the system, it's a gang. And they gank retired Hank who just wank, to be frank. But they went like a prank, and then ran. Drove off the van. Next day got a tan in the sand, played the flute in a band; grabbed a horse by the wand. Says it's grand, their check in the bank; cause it cranks up the rank, and gets paid by the wank.

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"Don't cloth the wolf"

Don't cloth the wolf, not playing golf, please not Adolf.

He loves the war, but outside the doors where it's a bore, and not a gore. A couple whores, not worth dying for. No fan lore, so give him more, either or. Wolfie roars, no eagle soars, back is tore; old carnivore. Diapers wore you know what for.

Throw him in a tank, he won't keep the rank when the thing just sank. He won't think it's dank. Ask him if he's frank when your home they gank.

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"Easy loathe"

Easy loathe down the road where you're told, and asked how old; given a date down the hall, guess thieves like to troll. Stole thirteen homes in a call without a brawl; the injustice never falls.

It's their vice… murder, genocide. They don't try to hide, they don't try to fight; they don't even have to lie. Still "your" home is mine. Still they don't televise that they're not fighting the bad guys. They help fund all the mice all up in our rice; all the dirt that they buy. Will their greed ever die. Can we clock their last sigh? If you can't wait, nor can I. Thank goodness love never dies.

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"Cycle inn"

cycle inn please come in from where you've been because they deem what you've seen bathed in grim in the water circling with their fin and their grin chanting the wrong hymn an open bible never seen they are keen of your things like your home and your keys where you lean where you sleep what you hear what you see what you mean what you lose what you win if you're fat if you're slim bob says fuck the police

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"Minty days"

Minty days around the bay. Please, don't say it's not a-okay inside the gate; waging minimum hate, making minimum say. You're never late, and you never mate. They never pay you any rate for favors, say; or the thing might break. What kind of face won't chase the trace that killed the grace that's in the phrase in the first phase, but they all a race to first betray on the first day. It's just old hate. It worked the slaves; favors that don't pay.

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"The peanut ladder"

The peanut ladder has his father, who only gathers cause he rather

lick the berries, cork the cherries; in the ferry next to hairy Kerry.

Likes to lay on the roof without that groove, and the ruse of those whose mind are obtuse.

They try to catch the fool all the way wrapped in wool; as long as it's evil and cruel, and in your sleep they catch the drool.

They like being used, and they see the abuse; yet they still allegate-accuse, and tie you up in the news.

They're never done flying low. While everything glows, and anything goes. If you want to know, you can catch them where the money flows.

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