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The Earth Is Flat So Push Them Off It

Oh foreigner interaction,
I'm only ready for a fraction,
Of the time I have to spend with them.
Let me put my tongue on safety,
For the porcelain dolls that can hear me,
Breaking the sound barrier.
And to all the fans of malice,
Who thoroughly enjoy the practice,
Of me damning all of them to the flames.
So I sincerely apologize,
For my colleague's patronizing state of mind,
That causes them to lose their fangs.
I promise that my path will bring you,
The surest way to undo,
The cancer spreading across the country.
Just bathe yourself in fire,
Baptize yourself in anger,
To stave off what is to come.
An invasion of the heathens,
Led by their liberal legions,
Claiming your home is their own.
So give them the royal welcome.
An initiation ultimatum,
Leave or die.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Orrell Avatar
March 9, 2016 at 1:48 PM
Love your stuff your anger burns through, wish there was more meaningful expression.
Zavaletta Avatar
March 9, 2016 at 1:52 PM
My nationalism is a pretty good outlet, as evidenced here.
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