Canned Parasite
This is Canned Parasite, by Michael T Klapwyk.
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Political Portamento I
The chest thumping barbarians
Howl illogical babble
And fling nonsensical excrement
Into the air
Scary in behavior
Yet intellectually stunted
They present a badly played portamento cacophony
Derived from a poorly chosen root note
These uncivilized primitives will chest thump
They will intimidate
They will berate
They will attempt to
Prayer for the Common Person
I like to think
That some where out there
Are a Choir of angels
That reign over us
And Protect us from the evils of men
That take aim at us
I like to think this choir of angels
Helps guide us to safer waters
And shelters us from inclement
Line of Demarcation
At the line of demarcation
they sequester him;
the crops run fallow,
and the land is sickly.
Beneath its darkness,
beyond the new moon,
where evil thrives,
and everything is deadly.
They banish him
for sinister actions:
stealing Life and Liberty
and the fleecing of the citizenry.
In the end
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