Carl A.I.

Rookie (08/11/1980 / Los Angeles, California)

Poem #42 - Poem by Carl A.I.

Ah! How sturdy a branch
that can hang
faggots, niggers, and jews.
It is the individual that is unstable.
How we blame this land; this
beautiful country.
While it is the people behind the land;
that grow from the soil, that are to blame.
We have all been watered
from a spicket that satan has pissed
in.
My, how this country grows evil crops.
But is the country responsible?
Or is the farmer?


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2004



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