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Feb 2017
Let population grow too great
and morals have an awful fate.
When there's more value being dead
morality's turned on its head,
for then the moral thing to do
is **** the man who's just like you.
When is that dreadful day, you ask?
Today. Put on your killing mask.
The burden bears too great a curse?
Okay, we'll **** the planet first.
Written by
Poe Reimer  Missoula, MT
(Missoula, MT)   
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