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ORIGINALLY POSTED ON FACE BOOK on Thursday, August 12, 2010 at 11:28am
In Topsy Turvy Climes, Snails Rule.
The Lion is weaker than the Mule.
Antelopes move slower than their shadows.
Eagles stay frozen in the meadows.
Rulers Reign; Heartless Mein
Subjects Thin.
Mad Kleptocracy
Mischievously cloaked as Democracy.
No Job and I have no say.
Cum laude Grades Sour Grapes pay.
Lights Zoom! Electric Gloom.
Cold Doom.
Poverty's Prank
Keep Men's Thoughts Dark.
Baby-Sitter Available.
Hawking Wife Unviable.
Lust Boat Now!
Must Heedlessly Row.
Thrice She Screamed! None I Heard.
Blind with lust while I drilled
Iridescent Perfidious Well
Matrimony dagger Kill.
Her I ravished
Yet was diminished.
Dreaded Disease
Spreader's Ease; Shredded Peace
Love Flies! Suspicion Thrive
What Strife!
Chiming Bells; pregnant shape prances forth.
Betrayed howls; Inglorious kid no worth!
What Luck!
Tragedy Lurks!
Death in Installments
With no Reinstatements.
I vanquished and sad sonorously Ask:
Shall I vainly for Life Bark?
Shall I for Lost Love Cry?
Will I to gods seek recovery?
Will they this dreaded Killer dock?
Or will hollow eyes me mock?
As I stew in awful discomfort
Sweet raw Trust by Greed burnt!
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