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La théologie pour les Politiciens (Haiku) by wilco

Religious zealot! Place your brown hands in the air. Give me your wallet. Forced to ground zero. Watch the mushroom clouds rise slow. Where are the babies? Presidential words Mean nothing to the blown up. Wash your hands clean now. Into the future Donkey selling free money. Blaming love of force. Into the bleak past The hopeless Christian wanders. Forcing love of blame. What’s a boy to say? If this Haiku offends you You are uptight bitch.

wilco 18-Apr-04/5:07 PM
I feel much better, thanks. But if it makes you feel any better...at least you are one of the few people who's irate rants make any sense....




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