Whining F#ck - Pr0ppaganda Machine Poem by sean north
Whining F#ck - Pr0ppaganda Machine
iS thE gLimCeS
Of ThuR GoDds
ThIs thE thEn
thE GeT FrUsTr8ed
WatCHinG ThIs wOrLd
WherE eveRy One
SomE wH3R3
gEtS H8d
LikE aLL liKE StUcK
On ThiS BoArd 2
2 Be OnLy bE
ChEcK MAtEd
WrEsStLE ThIS sAmE
oLD cOld FLesH
JuST LikE It Was
noT evEr rEALy St8d
WherE Thi$ Wh0Le
PiCTuRE iT SeeMs
well GetS CoVerEd
AnD pLaTeD
NO Sure Can't LIVE
ina
tHaNkLeSS Life
sOuNdiNg LIkE
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Whining F#ck
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