31 march 2012
Leeches
A society damaged
By too much connectivity
But less consideration for correctivity
Out the window, gone is humanity
And suspended is unity
While she is fornicating
Her mother is two-timing
While her father, seconds away
From raping their neighbors’ goat
All are devils in an angel’s coat
Yet wonder why priest and pastors,
Prefer young boys and are passed us
Economically, from our pocket
Feeding like electronics to a socket
Who’s going to change the docket?
Because enough is enough
These leaches must go
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