Dear Seattle, You'Ve Sold Your Balls To the Devil
Dear Seattle,
You've sold your balls to the devil...
Now your streets are overgrown
with poison pansies-weeds and thorns.
At night there's rape-intimidation and extortion
just beyond their fragile little mind border.
A dollop of tear gas and a couple of weed whackers.
and they'll scurry back down their rabid holes
Dear Seattle,
you've sold your balls to the devil!
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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