2/7/22

Misconstrue (a poem)

 

Could anyone just misconstrue
the evil mankind may do
building to inflate new wars
the same open door they use

Environmental health goes
slaughtered like buffalo
proplits present trash the past
wealth must amass they know

People bet on a flunk wreck while
crocodiles give those toothy smiles
no rhyme or reason shall endure
propaganda journal income piles.

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