The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Monday, August 6, 2012

Canning the snake

To the Tea Party I do exclaim
That your reasons are with disdain

Your heart is felt in the stronghold of the abyss
Is it those lips that you wish to give us a kiss

For your ways are unjust and tyranny speaks of your name
Your time is prolonged and my day is without blame

So to you I do say this in accord
That treason of your name is never to be understood.

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