Mysta has a bone to pick with a clueless politician
Bellowthon derides and sneers, displaying no contrition
For her foul intolerance of those not just like her
Lunarians her bailiwick, both sandpaper and burr.
They give her pain, those not the same. Lunarians stand out
Her views so un-American, she bullies, fumes and shouts
“I shall end the menace! Let the hearings now commence
To sponge away those not like me: a cleansing and a rinse.”
Mysta’s heard this tune before. Most Others know the chords
“Be grateful there are lynching laws; content with your rewards.”
Mysta has her say this fateful day, it falls on deafened ears
Bellowthon consumed by hate. Xenophobia drives her fears.
Later she’s discovered, a victim of murder so foul
Upon her face no trace of grace, just a twisted dying scowl.
July 27, 2017
September 11, 2017
October 25, 2017
Mysta has a bone to pick with a clueless politician
Bellowthon derides and sneers, displaying no contrition
For her foul intolerance of those not just like her
Lunarians her bailiwick, both sandpaper and burr.
They give her pain, those not the same. Lunarians stand out
Her views so un-American, she bullies, fumes and shouts
“I shall end the menace! Let the hearings now commence
To sponge away those not like me: a cleansing and a rinse.”
Mysta’s heard this tune before. Most Others know the chords
“Be grateful there are lynching laws; content with your rewards.”
Mysta has her say this fateful day, it falls on deafened ears
Bellowthon consumed by hate. Xenophobia drives her fears.
Later she’s discovered, a victim of murder so foul
Upon her face no trace of grace, just a twisted dying scowl.