better juice
stewing in my own juices
in this
dystopia
of a nation
masked thugs
tearing
brown babies
from their mothers' arms
raking the brown
off the streets
disappearing the
inheritors of the kingdom
idiots who believe
in an ever-after
there will be
a time after
masked thugs
and mass terrorization
evil visits the evil
and payday
isn't always Friday
I can't wait
to write a poem then
but what will it be
by then
just
a poke in your
blind eye
and better juice
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