Excavate To Find World of Hate
with much sweet sorrow
had to pay for the cargo
will have to borrow
wind in big bluster
they could be in a cluster
flowers with luster
could be thrown in clink
to buy a coat made of mink
would steal kitchen sink
cal
for me to abort
current system sold me short
will see you in court
will have to adept
on the subject we had slept
when we were inept
we had much humor
when we started a rumor
cancer in tumor
cute cuticle
cord which was imbilical
evangelical
had been born again
we never knew where or when
they were free from sin
had to excavate
with sin world would satiate
was found full of hate
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2023
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