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This poem was written by me and then read at a slam poetry festival in Los Angeles. So when you read it, emphasis the sentences like you would a beat to a song.

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Ready Aim fire!
These upon hearing scattered
silly little pagans
Aptitude and desires benign
regimatic zeitgeist forcing
down hurricanes with broomsticks
a stagnant automatic shotgun
started breathing protest from
her head eating up jobs like
arsonic arsons allied in line
with crystal mirrors
sheltered up algebraic equations
in this game of
excuses and fluids leaking loose
supposed privilege flunking
junkies in desecration of
nation bread winning pulitzer
granting immortals eternal
life all knowing fight or
flight immigrants ball
beams heart dreams
reminisce acquiesce
this small word armed force
riding bare backed horse your
weapons farce forced through
esoteric smiles handshakes forged
fake smiles and happy
attitudes allowing this fancy
light trip room to manuver
manipulate hate cowards and
armaments armed for fake wars
horrible death gas abundant
sinking ships with silver lips
and heavy bricks
fishing for fashion in a sea
of unique conformists contortionists
rounding out your little play
of fascists and heart attacks
shouldered mistrust and angel
wings dipped in bloody rust
and beauty thus forging
group incestuous
bargains in bag bones
broken in alphabetical
slaughter
daughter offered up for
sacrifice dice in hand
double up for luck
in wicked dreams
he seems premature prenatal
abilities
bitten on verbose flesh
dressed as beauty and dancing
stilleto heels in shells sands
in time die with these hands
a heart band
singularity mandible
reaching searching
discretion of religion you
force push daisy arms
masquerading as gods fingertips
trash wish
homsosexual bitch in heat on
stained sheets retreat
with bitter taste
in violent haste this personal
touch
of rose and dust
laughing inside humid and rheumatoid seekers
packing lies like sardines
into
jealous rage actuality age and
befitted betrothed hope
that we will all die alone