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THE RICH, THE RICH (to be sung loudly)

by Brent Meersman   The rich, they shit on everything in porcelain, china, marble bowl, with toilet paper they use any thing. The rich their arses clean bling-bling, on the throne sit prone with toilet roll; the rich, they shit

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Poems by Brent Meersman

Dark Continent Flying at night south over Africa small rural fires dotting the void slowly link until they burn as great, electric freeways. Out of darkness came the light demanding a great sacrifice, for the illuminating service it bestowed, upon

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