Like poisonous vines
Of cancerous deeds
Whose only needs
Are parasitic hate
And never-ending whines.
Cancer-weed grows darkly while it lies in wait.
Be a reed;
Be a fire;
Be a seed—
A seed of love.
Star above.
Tuneful lyre.
A ray of light.
Destroys the blight.
The parasitic worm of hate
Cannot survive when bathed in light
It fears both fight and flight
It knows not love
Only a hurtful shove
And rusty metal glove.
Be a seed
Be a reed
Be a light
In darkest night.
A bloated orange tick;
Ever envies normal dick;
Ever scoffs at those who earn;
Ever scorns those who learn;
Divides to conquer and to kill;
It’s its one and only skill.
Be the fire;
Be the light;
Light the night;
Juice the wire.
Empty stalks of uncut grains.
Empty talk from worm-fueled brains.
Families broken on wheels of greed.
The Rule of Law is sold for song.
A pedophile’s pathetic need
Trumps anyone knowing right from wrong.
Be the spark
That lights the dark.
Be the throng.
Who rights the wrong.
But my 401K is doing okay!
Who cares if it all goes south one day?
I’m so straight—not one bit gay!
I’m all white and no bits black!
I love a fight when none hit back!
Be a reed.
Be a seed.
In darkest night,
Ignite your light.
Who cares if millions die in endless war?
Our minds can’t think ahead so far.
Even though a thousand years of tyrants are the same.
Their cruelty and greed is insane shame.
Be the fire;
Be the light;
Light the night.
Juice the wire.
Be the fire;
Juice the wire.
Light the night.
Be the light.
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