Political poems 1

The cracks of wit, can never skit
The cantered wins of tie
The scrim old win, the fat old bin
The glade, the roaring lawn
The vile shin, the knackered rope
The fist yes barren, the rope unsoak
A vile wind, the verdant pin
An earth said warn, the gallows slin
An earth made cry, of others like
The maid that creams, the general's fly

As oceans wed, the trees of war
A mile slicks, the lawns of raw
Upended trees, and tendons sling
The rancid bead of ethnic sting
And lice benath, the mortal croan
The vestige yet, of raised new bone
Can summon up the war

To kill the king and all his heat
The memories sit on verbal greek
And blow the wind on every gourd
The mild wean of penguin ford
That cracks the wing, lie certain feed
On earth the gang, the raised old geese
Lie searching ford the roar...


A surgeon general raised his hat
That blank beneath the mauling vat
Of red wine blood and talent skin
Like suckers wet, the rancid fling
Of cocks and tice, the raiding ford
Blumish yet, Lakes killed and fawn
The yes-men peat, the sallows cord
The weapon flin', the gasket moored

Lay such beneath the talent flow
The grade of bent, the grade of low
And ask the wing on purp-brine sod
How yes, the bring of taut old stow
Could ever flinch, in mortal preed
The lilac scone, on Fenchurch lead
the raking saucers done....