or till the broke get broken in half, masonry slabs
of American 'trash' were compiled to place greats on their aves.
Placated with haves they salivate over, only to place it as stash.
Give to the have nots?? They have knots they'd never stated they grabbed!
A nation bursting can't mask the seams, perversions lurking in this insatiable mass.
And things, for certain, aren't certain until we make with the math.
Checks and balances over wrecking battleships to protect from a crash...
Til then, its just thefts and ravages til sexist savages rape us of our flag.
WWIII
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Ahem.
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