Tragic Rabbit Posted May 23, 2006 Report Share Posted May 23, 2006 you stand there in your Italian suit wearing hate on your skin like perfume money gleams in those Aryan eyes virtue shiny as your tasseled shoes leather bible in hand like a whip glittering gems grace each fat finger calling on God like your errand boy wrath of the mighty, smite them all down cocooned in your own cold complaisance you name the sin and blame the sinner while at home you diddle your daughter and divorce a dozen desperate wives * Link to comment
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