Between the benign & the mundane,
the tyrant squashed people
like measly bugs,
trashed their human rights,
citizens disappeared in
the middle of the night,
pigs & neon flashes,
dreams destroyed,
scattering the saviors.
The heroic,
those ****** coups,
& the pink tide
won’t matter,
we’re all going
to where Hugo went
anyways,
imperialists with those
Zamora-phytes.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
Between the benign & the mundane,
the tyrant squashed people
like measly bugs,
trashed their human rights,
citizens disappeared in
the middle of the night,
pigs & neon flashes,
dreams destroyed,
scattering the saviors.
The heroic,
those ****** coups,
& the pink tide
won’t matter,
we’re all going
to where Hugo went
anyways,
imperialists with those
Zamora-phytes.
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