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Ensconced in his dream,the king stokes his fat bellyand plays with his shit.
Speak not of the creepbut consume what he provides—oh, to be elite.
The missionaryseeks the purity of flamesand delights in it.
To always be rightdemands a torrent of words—no moon on the pond.
The petard that hoistshas the eternal victim.What tale will he tell?
Lying with a cross —she could sell her honey potwith more honesty.
Braying at the gate—a young American mouthknows no boundary.
The sun never set. And the arrogance was vast. Some still call it home.
A democracy. Deluded minds chasing dreams. How can it find peace?
A woman performs. Kangaroos cover their eyes. Colonization.
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