Fat Chances
fat chances
take your fat chances
trim you wick for flight
lantern blown by western winds
turn the guns
of
night
bullets on terrors clouds
smoke comes barreling down
poets are beat from the bush
trump card knows how to push
pope rapes the children
listen to their screams
torture for the Jews
hitler's hidden seam
sewn past eyes
of
recognition
that
only
the
blind
could
see
draw your firing line
watch me step across
i am not a lost soul
stuck within a coins toss
drink with me as i learn to die
my love is emortal stretching
beyond outstretched skies
watch as my cat dances
teaching fat chances
to
sing
forgotten lullabys
?
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