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Whose Mad

I am tattered in misery Dirty; unkept but harmless Though drained mentally Begging but forceless untattered thou in hummer Oiled and scenty but Abacharical Though unscrupulously richer Neocolonizing thy own clan Starving the represented Looting and exploiting them High blood pressure thy means But thou call me mad If that is madness Heaven make me king of madness

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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