Lemon tree, very pretty,
And the lemon flower is sweet,
But the fruit of the poor lemon
Is impossible to eat.
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[I've written this before]
Dew drops compose upon petals of clover,
Banisters and barricaded battalions
Conglomerate through Scot highlands.
Ginger and indigo blaze, even from satellitic
Perspectives.
Fanatics and screeching wives brandish
Their cutlery,
Lopping and lobbing heads.
Iron is the dye of both brick and blood.
Sanguine drops spill upon crimson petals of clover.
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Screams must sour the
Blood of the masses
For action to be inspired
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Unconquered aversions, over-time,
Become stereotypes.
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Logos

We're all rockstars,
And we're all monsters,
And we're all bulls,
And our skin is stained sanguine,
By the blood of our throats,
And the dervish capes of our
Matadors will be dyed by our blood,
And soon we will be flayed,
And capes created of our leather, and
Soon bulls and monsters and rockstars
Will be hexed as we were,
And flayed and dead as we are.
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Logo over logo over logo,
Each subsequent logo veiled by
Alabaster cotton, transparent to
Suffice diminished confidence.
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