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Zani Jul 2017
Welcome to the Sindicate
Of utter stupidity
Where all tactile contact
Is inhibited by the puny mind

You are a villain
Of these modern times of change
In primal times
How I would have deranged
Your features
Like the animal within me
Tells me so

To take justice into my own hands
Hone it like never before
Then plant it
Into your ridiculous behind

Then maybe some sense will grow
Instead of spewing idle catchphrase
When all wisdom has  escaped
From your old diuretic mind

Then maybe you will see
Beyond your need for controversial
Lust for simple power
Over the sheep you fail to herd

To manipulate the many
Your voice must be heard
But its pointless tribulation
When all around you curd
At your arrogance

Now the freshly programmed
Atmosphere turns at the smell
Of your ***** discussion
Riddled with moth *****

Slurring all the ignorance
You can muster in one
Uninformed, uncontemplated instant
Which has roused the warrior
So I may slay this fool

Only to stop the cringe of colleagues
As they put up with your impertinence
How I wish that all intelligence
Did not exist for a time

So that all the grime that lies within me
Can swallow you whole
So you may have a taste of darkness
To counteract the light
That shines
Out
Of
Your
***
The moment you're in the office doing your job and the village clown (The Mayor) Goes off on one. I stayed silent then but the pen trembles as I lay the anger down.

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