POEM HUNTER DOT CUM
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There is a strange streak of viciousness
Running in the bloodstream of some
Poets at poem hunter dot cum
A streak of hate
A streak of mischief
A streak of racist viciousness
I don’t know
Where it came from
They think poem hunter
Is their fiefdom
Every other poet is a sitting duck
Whose colored ass needs to be strummed
So from their glass houses they
Stone brick houses these yobos hobos
Street bums poetically zilch dead dumb
They want to covet other people’s wives
When their on wives are hungry
Getting her daily bread
From the bakers son..
Every bit of seminal crumb
Now this is holy truth
Razor sharp
Rusty old blades
Don’t want to hear
Be silent keep mum.
The agony of sealed lips
With chewing gum
Love poetry Hate racism
