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| THE MANY SHADES OF JORGE GONZALEZ POETRY |
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| ''He Still Holds a Grudge'' Written by George Gonzalez Corruption enslaved the people of the sky. They had a responsibility to maintain, but chose to rape the people they helped all their lives. They raped, ravished, and beat the defenseless children. Broke them, and threw their dismembered limbs along side the darkest of roads. But it was good. It was sexy. It felt great to fuck. It was an even bigger high then they ever imagined. It was ecstasy. This sex was limitless, you see, there will never be a shortage of broken lives. Ever. Much like the now extinct human race, the people of the sky indulged in creating their prey. They made millions of pathetic whores to further their already endless supply. It was a lovely life. So beautiful one could easily be dreaming. But it was all to real. So, they skipped along the exquisite green meadows. They played in parks to clean, so rich of love, enjoying every minute of their lives all knowing that when they get home they have a bitch to slaughter and fuck. Fuck till the stupid lifeless slut screams her dead heart out, and the people of the sky sleep knowing tomorrow will be another beautiful and spectacular day. So, I raise this glass of rich crimson wine and dedicate it to you. To the people of the sky, for this toast is for you. Poem © George Gonzalez |
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