Election Day

Adverse · 10-29-2020, 01:35 PM

Shhh...speak in whispers, surrender your talk
Thought police patrolling, throw em off the scent n get lost
They’ve taken our guns, freedom, they’ve defunded the cops
In 2023 people don’t exist, we’re all grey, gender less blobs
We’ve been hidin, anxiety’s at an all time high
Tentatively picking at my lips till all I taste is iron
Biden’s people at our door, Weapons loaded for Civil War
We’re all just jesters dancing for the president, fools inside his court
This is it, it’s hell, truly dystopia
Can anything else go wrong? The Wonder Years just broke up?!?
FUCK well then screw it, nothing else to live for, I throw up the cals
I slid out the back, poppin caps towards the crowd…
Damn liberals don’t believe in guns so they ain’t cappin back
I escape into the fog, the mist being dyed red by impending MAGA hats
Trump leads the charge dressed like Rambo, bandolier and the headband
Flicking fields of golden weed off his forehead, his stare is a deadpan
The two armies charge each other, I’m in the middle, is this the end of ‘Verse?
Blood and limbs fly, the screams of dismemberment…..well who won?!

Find out November 3rd

10-29-2020, 01:35 PM	#1
Adverse low tide in serotonin bay Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 2,752 Battle Record: 37-28 Champed - GWL Picture Challenge - Guerrilla Writing League - Black August II Rep Power: 15446146	Election Day Shhh...speak in whispers, surrender your talk Thought police patrolling, throw em off the scent n get lost They’ve taken our guns, freedom, they’ve defunded the cops In 2023 people don’t exist, we’re all grey, gender less blobs We’ve been hidin, anxiety’s at an all time high Tentatively picking at my lips till all I taste is iron Biden’s people at our door, Weapons loaded for Civil War We’re all just jesters dancing for the president, fools inside his court This is it, it’s hell, truly dystopia Can anything else go wrong? The Wonder Years just broke up?!? FUCK well then screw it, nothing else to live for, I throw up the cals I slid out the back, poppin caps towards the crowd… Damn liberals don’t believe in guns so they ain’t cappin back I escape into the fog, the mist being dyed red by impending MAGA hats Trump leads the charge dressed like Rambo, bandolier and the headband Flicking fields of golden weed off his forehead, his stare is a deadpan The two armies charge each other, I’m in the middle, is this the end of ‘Verse? Blood and limbs fly, the screams of dismemberment…..well who won?! Find out November 3rd