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Jan 2017
I'm just a lone wolf feasting on
A flock of no variety
A junkyard dog whose had his day
Unleashed upon society

To liberate the colonies
And warring hives of drones
Who drop their bombs like flies upon
The roaches under stones

Free to soar with eagles
From the cages of these birds
Who clip my wings and dull my plumes
With pigeon-carried words

These ravenous hyenas
Cackling over carcasses
And opportunist vulture beaks
Who slither in the darknesses

Bowing as the lion king
Is flooding the savannahs
Cutting all the jungles down
And stealing our bananas

As he builds his pride rock higher
By selling lies of ivory
Until the lesser creatures have
All disappeared entirely
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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