Fluxes And Times Poem by cheung shun sang

Flux….
Lie to kinds of rules that come.
Come and run are amuck that run.
Upstage some are hyper plugs.
China faults have evil marks.

Rocket marks are copied parts.
Nothing good and go too far.
All amused are foolish jokes.
Flux in times and life has chokes.

Shake their hands and keep their cards.
Lie a lot are jobs in parts.
Fluxes of bloods are evil strikes.
Govern all are species are types.

Kowtow yeses are better jobs.
Careerism takes are jobs on top.
Ways as wherefore those are wounds.
Tyrants kill with tyrant moods.

Firms and equals need by laws.
With no mores are all are fall.
Laws and mores have equal signs.
Bad to vice are all so right.

Counter china commie well.
Some de tour and forces must help.
Fluxes in times are stones can wash.
Melt and wash are stones as ashes.

UPPISH ways are spam in hearts.
Hearts must check are tyrant cards.
Nabob cards can play with food.
Eat that feed but bite and rude.

Brains must wash are peoples' minds.
Protest peoples chains are lines.
Pepper sprays are bad to eyes.
Cops will need their jobs as me.

Flux in times our cops may chance.
Evil army use guns by hands.
Tyrants pleasure all are feels.
Care the tyrants' hills and cliffs.
---Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---