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Nov 2017
I am constantly anticipating
A constipated state of waiting
Up Until that inevitable moment, finally arrives
Lessons will be learned, forever changing lives

The Memories are burned
Etched deep within my brain
The feelings were yearned
But Fatefully became a stain

We only have Society to blame
Or maybe it’s all just the same
Traded for a player to be named
You ******* should be ashamed

We’re all on this train
In the conductor we may trust
Yet we silently remain
Unaware we’re so close to dust

So won’t you please grab another plastic cup
And please take a drink of the succulent cool aid
Before you Breed another sheople minded pup
Remember to have your pet neutered or spayed
What did the end of the sentence say? .... I hope I get my period!  What if Donald had been aborted???
Drifton A Way
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