Criminals Sitting in the Furnace

Dressed in idiosyncratic views
criticism worn like a cheap skirt
Torn off by a rampage of civilians
Carelessness and malevolence brewing
Shrewd details dangle off her mouth

Romanticism is a lost melody played
by a homeless saxophone on 9th street
Headlights flash around 10:15pm
Signifying the death between the
vaccinated truth and tattooed lies

Borrowed verses stand like statues
Preachers waddling in the departed sea
Indoctrinated by diseased like paragraphs
written by voiceless and withered toys
Staring at blurry scriptures

Pieces of risk spread out like a puzzle
Surrounded by chain smoking scholars
ripping apart Socrates and Aristotle
Sipping on ancient horrifying scotch
Paralyzed by the paradoxes and allegories

Senseless rhymes and boiling arguments
Straddle over agendas and strategies
Wrapped up by a two dollar bow tie
Throw me into a river with a steel box
Sink the disguises and ski masks

Worn out stories told by vigilantes
Dancing with pirates and bone skulls
Tampering with justice and judges
Playing the fiddle in the middle
Silently inheriting a selfish generation

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