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June 9, 2012 / justinbatalden

The Folly

With a twist of the hips

And a lunge of the fist

the innocent fall

without a warning call

The men stand tall

Seeping their power

underneath their shower

open mouthed, gaping

Not realizing the raping

of their existence

their disappearance

starting from their feet

to the gaze with it’s heat

They all stare with love

and drink with a push and shove

The tall men stand and watch

Laugh and applaud

while the blood

flows down.

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