Dinnertime
GLUTTONY
We hunger for the salted tales
of bland and spiceless lives
We gorge ourselves on tasteless news
as soon as it arrives
We savor cuts of bigotry
then stuff ourselves with hate
While grinding on the rumor mill
that seasons up our plate
Copyright © Randy Curry | Year Posted 2018
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