Standing the questions asked,
no need to bump the Press,
the clatter of the negative that this Country has brought,
effects more than whom does write.
Crashing in the echoed spread,
so quick to read yet no can bite,
rough in draft so remains in pass,
it's the secrets that keep the Keys to rafted Sees.
Friendly faces this Nation surely must top the occasion,
the bitter chill is felt as still,
the piece that puzzled the pictured filled.
Having timed these empty pie's,
slice the apple and see the lime,
the mixture of the drunken brine,
the taste of hate is a palatable fate.
Fringed with kind hopeful puts,
answered footing with excluding took,
gossip renders talk at caught,
the lens no camera,
as reveal sees the eyes of teased.
So laugh you're choking,
on the drops of blood,
the vain wide open,
in majority tub.
The laundered found the suds to clean,
my body and mind have ironed reads,
to the Sentence of every sting.
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