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+title: Filthy - 1
+author: AlpaViraam
+published: November 1, 2022
+tags: poetry, filthy
+---
+
+* 1
+#+begin_verse
+Trying to be calm
+Trying to be stealthy
+Rodents of the war
+Sneaking by the wealthy
+What is up with this vanity
+Why is this all so filthy?
+
+Kindness was fraught
+Or so were we taught
+Mother was frail
+Father no worth more than nought
+We raise our heads to our golden God
+And pretend to feel his affirming nod.
+#+end_verse
+
+#+begin_export html
+<!--more-->
+#+end_export
+
+#+begin_verse
+
+The kind nod was interrupted
+All prayers utterly disrupted
+Stood there quietly the dandy man
+His dead man's ledger in his hand
+The royal gylph of inclination
+Told the rabid dog's next decision.
+
+The jaded old man killd abruptly
+The dog, no the fox moved oh so subtly
+At least the poor man went away smiling
+Quiet were the tides of the misery riling
+Ma was horrified, desiring all but death
+Oh but she was spared.
+She would have liked the former nonetheless.
+
+The dog had pups and the pups were fierce
+The harlot was taken surrounded by the spears
+Left was an animal, so very strange
+Might he be worth some silver change
+Look at him cry, look at him quiver
+Collar, but no clothes, look at him shiver.
+#+end_verse