Dirty Beeches
Foul as Funk!...
Stenches your honey-sweet words;
Politically polite,
as you perpetrate,
ya freakin posers!
How can you be so disillusioned
as though you are morally decent upstanding citizens?
Directly after your verbal attacks?
And your inflicted wounds
that contaminate the emotional and spiritual realms
within the already heartbroken...
the enlightened living,
in which you strive to kill?
As though others' views of you matter?
How can you freaking stand yourselves?
How can you go forward
as though you haven't...
Afflicted the afflicted?
Traumatized the already traumatized?
As though your insults,
and your multifarious abuses,
are humanely justifiable?
Foul as Funk!...
You disgust and revulse me,
you freakin beeches!
Screw you and your felonious freakin politeness!
Dirty Beeches...
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