NAZI NAZI DISAPPEARING MYTHIC TELL-TALE
There's Eyes in the Hills of Racial Hate Rage.
They see the Horrors of Grim Perverts, Creeps
and Vamps of Envy, that is Your Spine There?
Mindabilifious is it the Under-The-Belt Men?
The Incompetent Rivals and Squelched, Dried
Muses with Anger Management Failures
Distaste with their Name's Uses. Gold or Poop
they disdain such Ambivalences. Token or Die!
Oh Hell No I won't! I will Survive and Place
the Knife at the Delivery System where Fecal
Agents most Thrive: "Quit Denying your Pedo!"
She who smelled you knew you Dealt it! One
last line and I'm Finished, the Door has Opened!
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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