Your rancid self
oozes emotion
and as a plague
which spreads like fire
from one to the other
one hundredth monkey theory
Your despicable ways
dis compassionate eyes
glare enraged
like a caged bull
snorting angry
and waiting
your hateful self
will not rest
until you have spread
your corrupt seed
across every knoll and hillside
like pesticide
you kill the mood
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