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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.

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