But I will always call him the FELON
But I will always call him the FELON
The best people are sad, confused.
The worst grin, teeth bared like trophies.
Villains run jails, shackling the pure.
Dinner table flipped, food on walls, despair thick.
What happens next?
Topsy turvy, a world upside down—screaming, until the bottom falls out.
The best people are sad, confused.
The worst grin, teeth bared like trophies.
Villains run jails, shackling the pure.
Dinner table flipped, food on walls, despair thick.
What happens next?
Topsy turvy, a world upside down—screaming, until the bottom falls out.
go ahead,
have some more,
you,
with your proud ignorance
and mouthbreathing stained grin.
your hate—
so loud
so blind
it turns back on you
and anything
you can be convinced
is the “other.”
what have you won?
go ahead,
have some more.
celebrate,
big guy.
it only gets worse
from here.
go ahead,
have some more,
you,
with your proud ignorance
and mouthbreathing stained grin.
your hate—
so loud
so blind
it turns back on you
and anything
you can be convinced
is the “other.”
what have you won?
go ahead,
have some more.
celebrate,
big guy.
it only gets worse
from here.