A series of poems that contain some ranting,
mostly of hyperbolic essence. But always
with a 'reality' punch in there somewhere.
Yes. Somewhere.
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Were it by 'Sunday' I be known,
in the golden mass of worship,52 lines, 29 comments, on Aug 26 8:55 PM 2003. In Humor -
My brutal ambition now wears an apron
That drips the scream for stardom; -
prefaced with their roster
of diplomas.40 lines, 16 comments, on Nov 2 5:07 PM 2003. In Society -
I read enough news on Reuters
to put Manasseh out of rank, -
Shhhh now!
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Another voice from the body expells-
what is it? Come read and guess!

