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Death of The Far Right

And men came to riches
You and I were forever
Impossibly bare
Intoning what could be
Extending our day
The Price is Right
Seconds to film
See what works for the lampstand
Made to fail inner workings
And to not marry
Alone at international customs
The size of a hummingbird
Preciously waiting with widgets
Hair of a Druze just for her
We were people on LinkedIn
Maine sold a story
Of the ever-bunch and bottomless pit
Oversymptomification for four
This day is running you
Like a place without water
Noticed every sin
What a trapeze would have honoured-
A slight spill
There was Erudite change
And spoken English
But of someone cousin,
and the love,
Making perfect in the act-
We were put out for bankruptcy
because we were poor
We ran for the gates
Were put in government
Nobody showed us the door
Became the President
I am the little one
Praying for years about sex
And a tiny embargo-
A fortune-
Was days from war
And we owed and we sued
For trouble of carriage
Last in line
Just like you

We, The People,
Expected this world
Were perfunctorily perfect
Mythes of second hair
A lil frail
Popsicle on time
Precious top
Eating early
Hatin’ no-one
Friends for life
Yeah we was no-one
And we left the world better-
In Black Power
And Christ came