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Down for the Count

How can I poet slam them politrician liars, let me count the ghetto ways In the calendar of infinity, there are how many days? Forever and a clean smile, I love doing this dirty job Putting snake eyes down for the count gives me spiritual rise ... make me wanna eagle mount Politricians ain’t gonna tell you the truth — why should they, they get paid by the filthy lucre dime Farted out serpentine suits and blood splat boots, cheap designer lies is a moral fashionista crime Strip away the fancy honorifics, empty titles that don’t carry no righteous weight Politricians ain’t nothing but two-faced whores looking for another voter sin paid date, to put a five finger pinch on the tax collection plate How can I poet slam dim politrician liars, let me count the True Light wattage ways In the cosmic year of supernova, the Second Coming is the end of the last demonic days Down for the count, the wicked forever unable to rise Dropped by a straight right cross TKO, defeated by a crucifixion surprise

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Date: 12/26/2017 12:16:00 AM
Float like a butterfly brother and sting em like a bee
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Date: 11/15/2017 5:35:00 PM
This is another absolutely AWESOME poetic outing you have created!
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