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The *** called The kettle ‘Black! ' The kettle rebuffed *** cry not foul, Nor must you bark, While it is stark, You are a sooty reflection Of a night, pitch-dark! ' While the blood of children, The fair-sex, the feeble and the old Is still fresh in their hand, Perpetrators of genocide Demand, the less democrats, Cursed and shunned From a diplomatic mission, Must step aside By humanitarian law As they don't abide! /
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
A *** For A Tat
So I say swear words or kick back, You interrogate me like I might be on crack, Let me tell you, you **** for a living, And you guys inherit the world from Humble men, decent guns, and at 100 yards Can shoot the unarmed in the head whilst Driving at 85 mph swerving down a Road. I swear, oh well. (guilt) This must be a sign of the times! Swearing! I guess that it's truth, When it comes down to it we're devils All the worse With each of your crimes.
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC
Signs of Crimes