Philistine-Hood Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

Philistine-hood






Sailor, I hate death when your hands off wheel;
Living is but at the zeal of one's will,
Soldier, I like salt over sugar when you rage;
Challenges belt no eyes to count pages



Now listen, oh ye hearts of brake pads,
Love is a bad wealth unto you and you;
For you respect money, yet form hard,
Continue reading anthills in soured stew



Can a player be the payee or played out?
Miss or Bae, bay not hills when used out;
What one sows; one reaps: legacy of truth,
Keep bending back-sets for a bleep by brute blokes



Renewable sources buy time for integrity,
Pillows aren't softer than concretes; a pity,
Barbaric barbarians later died in Egypt,
But, morons against Herold submerged in pit.




©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]
04/06/2017
07: 26AM