I needeth not
mention thy nameth,
Lest I receiveth a
bitt'r gust;
Mine own w'rds being
mine own food f'r bethought;
Mine own meal
wonneth't gust the same,
Who is't in the
nameth of humanity art thee?
From wh're doth thee
receiveth thy did imply grace?
As far as thy
actions art conc'rned,
I doubteth yond many
wanteth ,thy visage,to seeth,
I supposeth yond is
a blessing f'r thee,
To safely encave
behind the scene,
While less'r
m'rtals;at least in thy view,
Art subject'd to all
yond's obscene,
Thee fool'd the
people once,
Then thee fool'd
those folk again,
Thee tooketh
lib'rties with their free shall,
And gaveth those
folk mis'ry and teen,
Suddenly,promptly,subsequently,and
lat'r,
The masses shall
unfold thy kind,
Thee
bloodthirsty,inhuman,alligat'r,
W'rship'r of the
travelling lamp,
Oh,cold blood'd
reptile,
Shedding thy
cousin's drops of “sorrow”,
At the endeth of the
day,
F'r thy existence,no
one cares,
Not the present
day,not tom'rrow,
Thee breedeth'r of
s'rrow.
But,then,all beasts
has't some toucheth of pity,
And thee seemeth to
has't none,
Thou art nay beast,I
concludeth;my 'rr'r,
What an
epiphany!;and I am done.
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