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Posted to Poetry and Politics

you talk turkey too
thats the key to language barriers no cultural tradition
could halt the flow in side
under the table where all fine beasts meet to eat meat and greet the very next pal o' mine to fit the enemy seat
i talk turkey too
its my preoccupation
its how i drain this nation
this nationalism
people memories are my toilet jism
my pen strokes graph a wicked prison
nazionalizme don't ring no bells round here
coz time ain't wastin its slowly bastin
in its own juice and comes ain't fresh produce,
its laughin over a deal
to employ your bro to come dumb and work towards clubbin every last seal
its sellin crack to make people ill and criminal and get em into hospital and get em payin yuor power bill,george johnny or suharto
just listen to the wind blow