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My words are like battery acid

Sun 16th Jun 2019












My words are like battery acid;

I pour my verbs and metaphors 


across your face to see the shit-


eating blackshirt scowl you use


when calling migrants a plague


dissolve. My words destroy ideas,


scar minds and change lives.


Hate speech for those that hate 






speech. But my words cannot hurt;


I wound with reason, logic flaws.


I'll even cup an ear to hear yours.


And, yes, I could if I wished, murder


you with rhetoric, render you absurd


with a word, with a word, with a word.
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