Socrates ain't dead enough for me
I'm The Hemlock to wipe him from all humanity
He won't consume me so nobly as Plato writes he did
For I'm a mother's bond soaked in the blood of her kid
I'm tainted with the wales of savages ground into dust
Stewed in the expectation of The Child's trust
I'm the tears of the girl the famous quarterback raped
Doused in the prayers of the parents of the teen girl who's whole ordeal was taped
With a dash of holy semen from the orifices of altar boys
A spoonful if sweat from the 6,100 fathers who never used them as toys
I'm boiled in the belly of a nuclear reactor outta necessity
It's the most sacred part of my proprietized recipe
Socrates won't drink me, he was never that brave
So, I'll shove me down Plato's throat so that my ingredients will be saved
I am The Hemlock harboring a horrific doom
I shall poison The Republic for the sake nurturing The Womb
6/14/14
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