Stroke the boney-smooth
boney smooth
Clean
The further West we go,
the further Right to the beginning
Cleansed
clenched fists
angry thoughts, centered on...
Caucasian
???
...the fluttering
shaking
Turner it around,
Merry-Go-Round
skin stretched tight
muscles, display
On the Farm with Ole MacDonald
I live
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Storm on horizon, lightning split the air,
thunder crack the night now,
'Cause we're always there.
You know Eight Owl's sittin'
stand in a council everywhere?
Forget your hopes see the future now,
Aryan teeth are bared.
I drive past a sign for Trump.