Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child.
Horst Wessel time, vatniks
bigmouth venom triggers
something stupid not quite
targeted stab Margate
whelmed by the hate hailstorm
a bard hardly tracks this
except among matters
of deep mud to creep past
long shadows to shlep through
yet, & shreds of Edsel
no team jersey tells you
—nor bark—Tagboy's carkfreight
Children, there was a time when hatemongering was not an honored & remunerative profession.
The worst response to violence.
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