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WILL YOU PLEASE LET ME GET TO THE JOINT?

Listen 
I’ve got an indisputably effective plan
And it’s fundamentally and philosophically correct, man
So at once dash out that joint 
So I can reveal unto you my  point
Without hesitation
Sans equivocation
And minus mitigation
so instead of the weed inhale the following information
Society’s god advises them to take vengeance not
And  to adhere to the piousness of his pompous plot
Yet I say allow no man to bring  you to your knees
In favor of following that which his Holy Bible decrees
Over and over and over once more
When a  man does me wrong that’s not something I  choose to ignore
Nor will I become Mother Mary’s masculine and manly whore
Jesus says we should forgive a man seven times seventy times
S**t, I want to commit seven times seventy crimes
Because if you will listen I’m telling you facts you should positively know
And simply let that which faith will teach you to do  
“Turn the other mo***r  fu**Ing cheek”
Look, that’s reserved for the meek and  the weak
And it just so happens I know nothing about god-speak
They urge words and ideals of which I know nil
Because a man who does me wrong will be presented with a bitter pill
A tablet my anger for that man will be sworn unto swallow
Because I was born and shall die with a heart that is hollow
And shall shaft a man with a sword unto any man who does me wrong
Since my desire to never forgive will forever remain strong
So I allow vengeance to take up residence within my soul
Which thusly turns my heart into sedimentary coal
And darkens that organ more with each passing hour
Because I am definitely not pious but do have the power
For I am a creature with the ways and means in my own manner never to forgive
For so long as I, a consummate sinner, shall live
And I will allow no man not to do that which I feel he should do
While with surety it will be profanity which my tongue shall surely spew
And vows of damnation will never give way to my forgiving, pardoning or absolving any  man who means me harm
As I slice his mid-section and separate his torso from a leg or an arm
Then henceforth his life will be mine to impair
No matter how unbelievably un-fair
with the destructiveness my anger will breed
And with certainty I will live to see that man beg, plead and bleed
And in that solitary slice of a semi-second reprisal will be mine
With punitive punishment as propagated by my palpable design
Because I was birthed to disapprove, disregard and definitively disappoint
Okay man, it’s now time to reignite that joint
   © 2011.….PHREEPOETREE  ~free cee!~
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