Dog goD 8Hate
Coraopolis - Poem by Dog goD 8Hate
Oh yes, Coraopolis ... curious old town,
once wore a fine suit ... white shirt ...
tie, it was all so ... 'suitable'.... Well ...
that was until assumed harmonies
played on irony's farcical flute
and a tune too distant a key.
Appeased men once walked those now ...
worn ... threatened ... grieving old roads ...
it's a castigating view ...
they punish ... a sensible
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