Volumes of thought race through
simplistic, conniving minds.
Communique sport is a ravishing trip.
Up with conundrum a rhetorical script.
Old school politics are long since forgotten,
but the river is rising up over its banks.
Soon all will know desolation’s foul scent!
So bring us your poor, your weak and your masses.
We'll dash them with words,
without batting an eyelash.
Dec 09, 2023
Rhetoric!
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