Feed the people,
feed them the forsaken fruit.
Shove the sugary sweets,
frosted with sugar coated frosting and a cherry on top,
down their unsuspecting throats.
Top it all off with a bed time story,
about gumdrops and rainbows.
Then retreat to the catacombs,
where you, like all the others before you,
will die.
Famous for nothing,
but ******* an unsuspecting country,
you'll die a hero.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
Feed the people,
feed them the forsaken fruit.
Shove the sugary sweets,
frosted with sugar coated frosting and a cherry on top,
down their unsuspecting throats.
Top it all off with a bed time story,
about gumdrops and rainbows.
Then retreat to the catacombs,
where you, like all the others before you,
will die.
Famous for nothing,
but ******* an unsuspecting country,
you'll die a hero.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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