Heavy Metal Crocodile
Politics have swallowed his laughter and smile
he's deaf to any other point of view
head banging like a heavy metal crocodile
while stroking a harp from his pristine pew
His bitterness is like a pissed off tarantula
fangs raised high above star-spangled heads
of those with a different colored mantra
he labels all of them the living dead.
In another time and circumstance
we could have become best friends
but his demon has always been politics
and this head demon never-never rests.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2024
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