a panicked lust for power
is what fear sees when it
looks in the mirror
garrulous animals
at the corner bar, or
savages in tailored suits
men of every cloth
laying claim to the woman’s womb
the factory of our kind
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a panicked lust for power
is what fear sees when it
looks in the mirror
garrulous animals
at the corner bar, or
savages in tailored suits
men of every cloth
laying claim to the woman’s womb
the factory of our kind
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Wow, very pertinent and wonderfully captured. This is one of those “I wish I had written that pieces”. 😉 Great work, Paul.
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thanks grumpy!
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