Tempus Fuckit
Bit of a dust-up
what with the brownshirts
browning their noses
and the goosesteppers stepping on
So I do my do
be my be
you fool you
I fake me
It's the bone woe
the flesh fear
the liquid pain weep of tear
from yessir gaze ago
Hard rain falling
clock ticking time
--Steven B. Smith
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