Son-groupies and disrespectful tag-queens
Spin fire, from flame-retarded postures;
Perspire, when pressed about the meaning
And Lie still, in the path of a debacle.
Shortsighted, asshole confirming worship
Put pressure, on non-conforming soul-diers.
Refusing, to feed the naïve, bullets,
The too young, come off out-rightly older.
B-old cronies, in their minds, mighty highly;
Bullheaded, ship your love’s to slaughter;
Forgetting, the past, they scorch the present,
Burned bridges, committed to the future.
Harsh trumpets, usher in the error.
Rush-guppy’s, de-crescendo, on the cuff,
Sound people, echoing in limbo.
The players, undaunted by the gaff.
Course staying, knows victory by failure.
Do nothing, the truth too, be defamed
Hindsight is, no longer 20/20.
Gone begging? the meaning of the flames.
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