The coffee's hot,
Like napalm on the skin,
It warms you to the core,
As it works its way in,
One is from Harvard Law,
And supports the tyrant,
As long as the control isn't red,
Then I will give my dollar for it,
Other from Yale,
Supports the workers,
Uniting them under a chain,
Covered in blood red pain,
But on that crowded street,
He sits quietly,
Pouring on himself the gasoline,
And lighting the World a blaze,
A contest entry
- PIF Do Angels commit suicide? by Danneh.
375 points, ended May 19, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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I keep rereading this. Your punctuation and style are atrocious... The commas on every line. But.. Damn.. The take you took on the prompt. There was no question what is was about. The words make me amused, amazed, the style makes me cringe.
I still think this is one of my favorites so far.
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