Gary W. Sherwin's Poetry
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Biting snatching scratching catching vilest creature of the world Life to you is but to use to gain a coffer full of things Like minds and human lives and also things of nature To use to bait you lecher traps for all the foolish nations Thou cruel and evil creature of the hot plutonian fire I shall not join the sirens calling victims to your lire Not even if you threaten me with evil incantations Or from your cauldron conjure up a new death dealing creature Your threats, your lies, your evil schemes may bring the masses to you But as for me, I am not fooled. I see through your illusions For it is plain to all that think, that though you offer riches The only thing you actually give is free graves dug like ditches |
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