Night in at Tiananmens - MY DAD IS A PRODUCER IN NEW ORLEANS

Since birth
Your worth
Lesser than your
Propogandist
Intravenous
Altruistic recitation
Dead psalms
Negate
Trepidation
Disregard the damage
It's your penance
For virility
Blind dragging
The blind
To the pyre
Forgo duty
For a dollar
Kiss your cross
And pull the trigger
On walls
Shoot them all
And do the
World a favor
Gonna saturate
The olive tree

With you
Champagne socialists
And
Bootlicks
You can eat shit
You're nothing
But an aggregate of
Complacent draugs
Who bow down to
Your demagogues
And fascist goons
You fence-post riding
Vapid fucks
You let them sell us
Down the river once
They bought
Your silence for a buck
Would you kindly
Strangulate each other?

Products of waste
Abdicate
And wipe your mouths
With our blades
When ivory panes
Drop like rain
I'll be staring at the sun
Through my
Rose tinted glasses
While your ass is
Defenestrated
I recommend you
Stay as
Fucking far from me
As you can
I got a bullet
With your name engraved

Written by:
Will Summers

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