another poem-like monstrosity

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this poem probably means many things. Well I've had three different interpretations from three different sets of eyes thus far...oh well


My Poem is My Propoganda

The city smells
it needs a bath
to wash away
your naked wrath
1000 men
on broken train
have fled to streets
and darkened lane
You see my friend
these men that I speak
are discharged on you
to keep you weak
Because, in such a state
when you are lame
you have nothing to do
but read my propoganda again