Easter Eggs Sent Dead To The Head, By That No Good Easter Bunny. Poem by Michael Gale

Bazooka powered Easter eggs shot thru thy splintered head...
What a holidishioned war found guilty of spreading far wide the high amassed dead.
That Easter Bunny sure seemed to be and act too overly strange and
funny....
Aw well, could'da been good ole whacked out Buggs Bunny.
The finger prints on the firing trigger leads back to an over sized white cottoned machine of mass produced knit gloved hands...
T'would not have been done by a whole bag of busted rotting rubber bands.
Easter this year finds the guilty party filled with and full of rotting egg stench on their proverbial face...
This year's Easter holiday calendar photo is framed by a holidiay's idol.total disgrace.
So it should be well advised to not run to the mall on the next up coming holiday Easter...
Or your photo may be shot with you looking like you've been kicked on your own dumb assed looking keester.
Death goes to those who shop at every time of Easter...
For giving money to shop, to your very own teacher.
And at your funeral mass there shall be present...
Your really hated, child molester, closetted, hiding, Sunday School Preacher.