Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Prison poem #6

Were once wise when wing was whelp.

Don't fuck with an upright and lawful situation Mr. Government;
 for I will not stop till you are no more.
Don't fuck with my consumption of knowledge Mr. Oppressor;
 for I will use what I have to make you nothing.
Don't fuck with my pursuit of faith Mr. Dogmatic;
 for you have but an empty shell of a religion and can not concur me.
Don't fuck with threats to my life Mr. War-monger;
 for self defense means the end of your life.
Don't fuck with my bran chemistry Mr. MD;
 that's my job.

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