Commies Fear Cappies and Yappies Fear Commas.
They have practically nothing of Virile Youth!
THey grew Older than Time even Stood, Droughts,
I misunderstand I'm confused by Love.
It speaks with an Answer without Reply.
Anxiously it Huddles a Mad Secret
Duplicitous Humanitarians
Out for a Ride off the End of Slut Shames.
If I am a Whore then let it be Shouted.
Unknown hilarious to a Forest
The Clouds are grimacing with Pulchritude.
Their Beauty Immensely Foreholds the Rain.
While younger in the Gutters o Violence.
The Crooked Tame without Peaceful Friendships.
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