Pus Bag

I read you as dangerous.

I find you offensive
And dismissive of my kind
I find you a pus bag
Without logical use of your mind

You're dangerous like a tick
On the back of a rat
Carrying bubonic plague
And being you are that

You come under my judgement
You into a category do fall
Of being on an elimination list
When it comes time to give it all

You use up resources
Soon you shall be gone
You are nothing but
What a red dot should reside upon




Neils
11:06 am
05/19/2010
*
standard statement of denial
of any violent intent


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