Flailing alost in a horse-whipped daze, lash welting flesh, flecking skin-lick-razed kill the hog, spread the glaze, spread no Wisdom, spread malaise! speak these dull, ruddy men of said civilized ways, these crass magnon men craving cities ablaze, trees left all but razed, all sectioned and quadroned and deftly splayed, intellects, misfits lay gutted and tortured, duly phased out from friends napalm and mortar. Left burning like tires, while they're fawned and admired, for the tact and the grace that bade them expire, with the need n'er so dire, Life left split to the wire, with naught left to sow seed, seed, spilt to the soil as the whip cracks the maverick's back, and the crowd resounds applause.
Reason for writing:
A serious need for release.
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