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Obituary poem *********************
By MR feathered fox
Money is the root of all evil
So preachers plant it
In their pockets
To furtalize they're ego's
Dirty hands are washed
In donation baskets
By tides paid
& with hands on heads
(Predators) pray on sheep
(Pre detour) 0f the Bible
Society has tapped out
They tapp our water
They tapp our phones
They tapp our minds
With lies they qoute
While we tapp dance with the devil
Living rooms
Have became
The dyings tombs
Six square boxes
With couches for coffins
Ware television
Tells our visions
Beautiful lies
Like false religion
Toutch screens
Got us out of toutch
We went from sticking together
To the selfy stick
Ware they undercover
unconscious
Sleep imbedded
In they American dream
Baptised not in they Nile river,
But in denials revere....
For life has became an obituary poem
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Dedicated to our inner Tyler durten
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Copyright 2017 MR feathered fox
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A former member wrote:
Wow the title did not prepare me for such a swift punch to the face in the form of this most excellent POTD recipient. Woke me RIGHT the hell up. Yeah! Well done, poet!
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A former member wrote:
Congratulations on getting Poem Of The Day! Reb:).
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On Wednesday, February 15, 2017, HereComesThePain
(14)
wrote:
nostalgia of a movie i saw long ago .. apparently they still live.
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On Sunday, February 12, 2017, motherofnature
(46) wrote:
& with hands on heads (Predators) pray on sheep (Pre detour) 0f the Bible great way to to make a connection
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On Sunday, February 12, 2017, Drea
(1443) wrote:
I always love your timing and word play. This made me smirk
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