Of Abysmal Poetry, or My Beef Versed Part 1 - Of Family, or Loonies
My Family-
In this dysfunctional household we live,
hope has met it's end. There is no reprieve
from this primogenitured tyranny-
Imbeciles, cretins rule this heirarchy.
Talent is stifled. Intellect is myth
in this dysfunctional household we live.
Yet, to leave, there can only be found grief
as you flee from it's dark, gloomy safety...
In this dysfunctional household we live,
hope has met it's end. There is no reprieve
from this primogenitured tyranny-
Imbeciles, cretins rule this heirarchy.
Talent is stifled. Intellect is myth
in this dysfunctional household we live.
Yet, to leave, there can only be found grief
as you flee from it's dark, gloomy safety...
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