Another poem from Kestrel X...
Got any gossip that I should hear?
Any nasty rumours to fuel the fear?
Got any gossip that I should know?
Something really meaty, to feed the woes...
Got any gossip that I should shout
Down paranoid alley by the suicide bridge
Were those hard done by, broken bodies lie
Underneath the grave stones...
Those abandoned souls cry!
Got any gossip that I should sharpen,
With my tongue then I'll be armed well.
Walk down the street of the viscous treat
Were the neighbours know all about each others woes!
And prey beneath the stink of Jesus' toes!
Has he hangs crucified upon the cross of woes!
Stand! beware! your foes!
By Kestrel X
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