A silent gesture,
Eyes tell the truth.
The tongue,
Lets slip filth.
My pen is a weapon,
The ink embezzles riot.
A protest rages,
Between the lines.
Subculture wit,
Naked satire,
Not the blood of a Patriot,
Pure caffeine and adrenaline.
Insomniac wishes,
Cool cotton blend
And distant snooze,
A suffering artist
Behind hard drugs and booze.

 
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