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Jul 2019
Perhaps they cull them from Twisters alley
for these types you don't keep in Madhouses
give them anything and watch them put their dross on it
some see reverse psychology, I see aching ignorance flaying
you get that palpable venting, you see the pent-up sadist foaming
that ******* cliche waiting for attention perhaps all day for a bite
then the rage flows as it sees its bait and snap, snap it pours its rage
joke of madness showcasing the contents of a deceased mind aflame
spewing its pains as another barbs hits cowardly nonentity ashamed
and in desperation it seek out in its ****** worthless twisted dome
the meaningless songs of the inadequate maggot crawling in its puke
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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