Hannibal Descent - Poem by Daffodil Decarie
This Hannibalic officer– drooling over,
The money you bring, the money you gain.
Eyes: Sucking Mary’s chocolatic chic,
Hands: Shaking Junior’s bulging jersey’s.
If– You don’t comply nor meet requirements,
rest-assured, you have the liberty of voluntary deportation.
If— You escape, your family is at stake.
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