torn curtains and broken windows
letters on shredded paper
full moon dreams
real life nightmares
hatchet faced mongrels
waving the yellow snake
in a shitstorm
the rag tag army,
of which you place trust,
unable to mobilize
Filed under outlaw poetry, poetry
Tagged as gun control, second amendment, tea party, War
Thanks fellas, a virtual whiskey to you.
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