Muzzled tight upon my face, replaced with known “common grace.”
Tossing aside your empty beer, not as “compassionate” as you appear.
Used excuses “got through to you.”
Thanks anyway, I’ll be in a zombie zoom room.
See something, say something? “Facts checked” or is it fat checks?
Do you even know the difference between, “civil city riots”, “mostly peaceful”?
King’s echoed “content of character”, shat upon.
Self-masturbatory, “masters degree”, in the art of flies;
Flung in faces of rotting dry eyes.
Setting sun over a broken mirror.
Distributing disabled water, Molotov lit hate;
A reflection of abomination fate.