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Solely self inflicted Jury Judged Convicted On them I've fed Salty years I've bled A society in form, though not in norm Their eyes rake as headless mouths intake A knotted pine snake heedless to participate, I am in the middle of a thirst that slaked so little... I freaked when steel teeth gleamed brittle solutions; A fistful of retribution means bitter restitution. Oh Give me the civic salivation, In this petri dish of a nation! Drench in cream, stir in oil, I will never eat that! With blow hards and carbs, and ministries of garbs; You're not wolf, you're wolfs dying breath contained. As bloody sheets and gray streets bleed blood into shame, Where monkey thimbles play rat -a -tat – tat on your heart... And mind games are healthy missteps into tripped up reality, While hat tricks plagues a story played by mindless pricks And lightening strikes thrice on thunder driven carrion. Touche.