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