Poetry Corner: God’s Furious

4 words: Star Trek The Bourg 

Give your unassuming Trusting My Government Black Ass The Vaccine 

Ship you Straight to the Morgue 

You Gon Learn Tre,

Gimme the motherfucin Gun Tre

Still Hunting Each Other down cause don’t Realize We ALL the System’s Prey 

Just Submit

Your will voluntary Sheep still remain the easy to kill

Last 2 Months made sure to have Life insurance plus I went ahead and wrote my Will

All cause The Public don’t ask why we just disposable unhealthy Chicken Fingers and our Crispy asses gettin ready to Fried 

They don’t give a Fuck about generalizational Pain and Curses 

But somehow I supposed to give a Fuck about Kamala Harris fake black demonic lying INDIAN ass popping up on “Versus”

Only Trust one dimensional opinion of doctors and nurses can you tell the deep state setting our stupid asses up for Them Fema Type hearses

Life is Dark and Gloomy but if we don’t at bare minimum question Just Understand the cemetery is EXTRA roomy Much like the Grass there 

We bought to we about to get Mowed down 

Plus a asteroid a day before the election Might make earth Hell’s new Play Ground 

ABOUT AUTHOR

  • Sergio Wilson

    Sergio is a father, poet, writer, philosopher and cerebral analyzer from Birmingham, Alabama.

Sergio Wilson

Sergio is a father, poet, writer, philosopher and cerebral analyzer from Birmingham, Alabama.

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