Whipping the Weep
BLUNDERS SO SAY
WHEN CONFRONTED BY THEM
DIFFERENT NAMES, SAME MEANINGS
PEOPLE OF THE NIGHT,
COLD BLOODED BEIGN
AS THEIR NAME IMPLY
PERCHANCE APPEARS IN THE DAY
IF CHANCE PERMITS
FORCING THEM TO SUCCUMB
TO THEIR PRESSURE
‘COS HOLDING IN HANDS
METALS OF DESTRUCTION
THOU FINISH UP IN A SECONDS
AK 47 RIFLES FOUND WITH THEM
JACKNIFES, CUTLASSES
GLITTERING IN THEIR HANDS
BLITTERING LIKE GALAXY OF STARS
WHEN NEMESIS HIT THEM
TURN AND TIE TO THE DRUM
OR POSSIBLY SET ABLAZE
PERCHANCE GAOLED TENS YEARS
FOLKS SEEING THEM WEEPING HOT
IF GOT TOLD THEY ARE HOODLUMS
THEY HEREBY WHIP THE WEEP…
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