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Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels
"The Fiery Breath of Certain Death" Or "Alarm Bells Are Ringing" You wear your anger well, it suits you just fine, but, do we all have to feel the fiber of your fabric? You toot in your zoot suit, then you scoot for a toot, head wired, eyes fired, lip licking, lip flicking, chicken! Snarling, snapping, rapping, grueling gruel, your fangs drooling, rabid dog reflex, we'll just have to call you Rex! As in...T-Rex, flexing oral dexterity, you flex your pecs Rex, then your text is next! OMG! The "Prankster," you're the original "Gangster," blogging and feeding, we eat floggings and bleedings! Melting minds of the masses, you chair literary classes, we suffer the choir, with heads blazing, ears on fire! If kindness kills, then you kill us with "Carols," glock half-cocked...lock, stock, and two smoking barrels! I guess the bullets you spray, helps keep the conscience away, while you skin us alive, to be meat on display! You drank angst from the wagon, a flagon "Snapdragon," wagging, gagging, with hellfire halitosis bragging! Your breath of quick-fire death, inflames our thrombosis, we pray today, that our blessed death, doth soon approaches! But, till that day, we pray, for blessed redemption, if we're lucky, maybe God will give us an exemption! With excerpts from the movie: "Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels"
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