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Jan 2013
Seems like humanity
is down like the drain,
down like the economy,
down like those
poor god forsaken
children:
shot and placed
side by side.
Anchovies
for the devil;
just peel away and
swallow,
one by one by one.
It's all a feast for the vultures.
It's all something for the *****
and the freaks
to smirk at and get off to,
in the dark, alone with the
madness.
Can't go to the movies
Can't go to the schools.
Don't leave your house,
ladies and gentleman,
it's a jungle out there
and the lions are the *******.
God, **** it all.

It's a sorrowful thing;
the madness,
the ****.
I spit in frustration.

What a wonderful world
What a ******* world
What a wonderful ****

Alright, calm down,
take it easy.
Can't you see?
The birds chirp,
that's nice.
The families laugh,
that's nice
Can't you see
everyone smiling?
that's nice
All of everything is nice
and wonderful again.
Almost lost it there
for a second,
can't even remember
why.

The bliss of a society
blessed with
short term memory.

Only until the next lion,
the next ****,
comes through
with a semi automatic
and plasters the walls
of an elementary school
cafeteria with the blooded
paint of our nation's potential.

The jungle always wins.
Written by
Craig Verlin  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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