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I Think They Doth Protest Too Much

I think they doth protest too much Though they say nothing For fear the noxious, noisy wind Will leave its fetid stench on them For perfume is but a piglet’s bath A cloak o’er bloodied flags That bid them “go and do your worst” Your life is over, you are cursed They protest those that protest them A beggared chant verse sainted hymn Defend the throne of gods unknown That somehow they have voted in For truth is hard and lies defile The sweetest talk the demon’s guile That leads us to the tipping point Of corpses marching single file Yet still they doth protest too much With blue-lit, cardboard voices Unable to accept the fact Somehow these were their choices

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Date: 11/30/2023 12:10:00 PM
Brilliant John….it rhymes so well! Debx
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Date: 11/30/2023 7:57:00 AM
Spoken as if standing upon the stage in Hamlet. You're as much of a rebel at rhyme patterns as I like to be. To each his own, so I'll not be blasted with proper form by one who shows disdain for my (our) rebellion. So, if anyone protests me, I'll return their rude protests. I think it's my mood I'll be blaming today. "... perfume is but a piglet’s bath." Mucky genius.
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Lin Lane
Date: 11/30/2023 12:49:00 PM
Lol and I’m sure he never could wash off that damned spot.
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John Lawless
Date: 11/30/2023 9:08:00 AM
Hamlet....when he was a little Piglet...hehehee

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