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All is fair in love and war

By Arkytekt, Philadelphia, PA

"All is fair in love and war"
Twas said to me by mouth that bore,
That bore two piercings, one per lip,
Which got in the way as he took a sip,
A sip of a tall, cool Coors Light,
Which he drank right after he took a bite,
A bite of his burger, tasty I'll bet,
Which he ate between puffs of his cigarette,
His cigarette which he sucked and spewed,
Some smoke and a familiar smell issued,
A pause and an original thought ensued,
This man was America, freedoms imbued,
This man was America, morals construed.

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1 comment(s)
it should be love and peace not peace and war smh we want more peace not war
Oct. 20, 2016 at 2:30 PM • Report