Photophopians Recoil
PHOTOPHOBIANS RECOIL...
the deal is sealed
and the season
ceases to be
too far from fair
for the foul lair
of Master Bull-
frog frowns open
to reveal rats
who race to ruin
like muddled moles
who prance on polls
they dread to dote
on for fear of
Scale they scorn to
mount because of
loss of weight in
the people's call
caught in its Flame
which clings like curse
to People's Cause
that now is fought
in new vision
of born-again
state or nation
to prick puppet
to strip stooges
who seek to see
our local apes
or country crooks
like puff-adders
kill kith and kin
before 10/11
clads in garb of
9/11
Uncle Sam dreads
to hear just like
frogs and state-toads
with drear delight
cringe when they hear
"LET THERE BE LIGHT!"
which will expose
photophobians
caught in cruel caves
whence they recoil....
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