Crustaceans’ Life

It’s A Crab Crawl History Ball.

Pincher’s Out. Belly’s Stout

From The Worms That Yearn

For A Seat In The Grand Repeat.

Nothing’s Unsaid, So Pass The Bread.

Crumbs Of Life Filled With Spice

Make Crustaceans’ Life Pretty Nice.

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Dog Shag Race

Red White And Blue

Lives in A Cloudy-Ass Shoe

Socks Filled With Plenty.

Spiritual Hands Rather Empty.

Guilty Thoughts

Act Like Sores On Religion’s

Confessional Door.

One Choice Forward

Two Leaps Back

Sin Likes To Brew

When Lies Screw

A Time Or Two.

Flag’s Dispose. Hearts Decompose

When Minds Look For A Throne.

With A Shiny Sword

In The Name Of The Lord.

So Break A Little Bread

Say Something Not Said.

Words Like To Wed.

Like Pounding Paws

And Drooling Claws

In A Dog Shag Race.

“Dog Shag Race”

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Truths Do A Flip

Mind Be Told. Lies Are Bold.

No Need For Peace

When Money Acts Like Grease.

People Lose Their Grip

When Voting Is A Power Trip.

Revenge Yells Loud

Mercy Can’t Be Found.

War Fills History’s Blanket

At An Anger Eating

Bombing Banquet.

Nerves On A String

Fearful Thoughts Make Them Sing.

It’s Brain Pain For The Insane.

Inner Sound Pours Loud.

Searching For Right

With Dim Headlights.

Nothing’s Set When Destruction

Takes A Seat With Muddy Feet.

Cause Violence Likes To Boast

When Negative Beliefs

Crack The Whip

And Truths Do A Flip.

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Filled With Flies

Double Jerk Night

Fame And Fright.

One Likes Might

The Other Banks On Bytes.

Shred The Sand In Their Plan

If You Can.

Crabs Do It Best

When Water Makes A Mess.

Insipid Thoughts Turn

Like A Spinning Urn

Hatched From Ancient Burns.

Bleeding Ashes Tell The Tale.

Body Feels Like A Jail

In A Sea Of Disbelief

Full Of Gritty

Bullshit Grief.

Forget The Foggy Goons

That Spit Out Gloom.

Like Striped Cats Licking

Half-Eaten Pie

Filled With Flies.

Faked Its Load

Twirling Rabbit Has Raunchy Habits

Makes That Body Looks Bent With A

Double D Wing-Tip Scent

And A Mouth Full Of Tweets.

That's A Scary Beat.

Cause—

Hawks Squawk About Pocketing Money

On The Way To The Blank

With All Things That Stank.

Hey―

Phony Images

Are A Crash-Filled

Separation Sign.

Cause Anger Wants More

When Any War Makes A Score.

Fear Turns To Roar.

Vengeance Dresses To Lore.

Hanging On Picky Vines

With No Shine

Like A Piece Of Fools Gold

That Faked Its Load.

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Full Of Stains

Flag’s A Mess

Ethics Flunked The Political Test.

Morality’s Motto Is Less.

Leaders Call — “Defame And Brawl.”

The Web Of Deceit Has Sticky Feet.

Fear Runs Loose In The Mind

Of A Crazed Tariff Moose.

Hollow Be Thy Blame —

When War Is The Road To Fame.

And Lies Are The Name Of The Game

Wearing A Red Tie

With Blue Suit Pride

While Holding Pockets

Filled With Shame

And A Hat Full Of Stains.

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Bag Of Pity Slime

The Chief's Flagrant Nose, Yo—

It Got Bent A Bit.

Always Ready For A Pose.

Like When—

Two Party Cats Come Up To Bat.

On A Field With Lots Of Holes.

They Take A Swing And Hear A Ping.

Their Tails Begin To Explode

In A Mess Of Overload.

Cause Democracy By The Slice

Sits On A Bed Of Burnt Fried Rice

That Reeks Of Fear

And Barks At Peers.

That Want To Ride

Moment Time

In A Bag Of Pity Slime.

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