It's the last summer day
september wears a comedy mask
mainstream lying ,rainmaker
master president promises us a funny war
class justice thugs, hands out acid drop .
Fear roams on the subway
rats focused on their social task
unfortunate teller , soul's bouncer
prime minister puts pink on the nightmare
smoky knight riffle at the slope...
The hour of fool has come !
My arsonist friend in the game
gentle dynamiter set fire to the temple !
Poet ! let's open the holly book of terror !
First april ,skeleton trees full blossom
cadavers nakedness without shame
no host at the holly table ...
Only a stain of horror...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 30th, 2024 11:27
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Comments2
You have created a wonderful rhythmic and sound harmony in the writing by using internal rhymes. I love it.
A rather eccentric versification !
Bad trip?
A touch of humor !
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