Cameron.
Lasciviously horrible
Your prattle gushes from my TV and radio constantly
Your beady little eyes seem to survey all
Category: Life
Blitzkreig Baby
In Social Insecurity
They read out your name like a curse
Like they’re announcing the plague, a disease
Behind Bars
This poem should be behind bars!
It injects drugs and drives around in cars!
It meets loose ladies and hangs around in bars!
This poem should be behind bars.
Beauteous morn to see the day
Beauteous morn to see the day
Young babe sleeping in a manger lay
Peaceful, innocent and so full of life.
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