go shoot the believer
he gets much overdozed
his erratic upheaval
brings the itch to my nose
go kill the agnostik
he has emptied the bowl
left us pair of chopsticks
to pin-pin Vodoo dolls
go slay the exultant
he will joy us to puke
sweet is way too redundant
for a bittersweet cook
go bury the feeble
he make shovel to dig
never run only dribble
only drawl never speak
go smother me now
i'm all and i'm nought
make me utterly proud
of the fat final dot.
Moody
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