It’s all in the secret agent
handbook of archaic activism
I could write it up again
refract it through a different prism
proclaims I am the terrorist among you
strapped forever hung with death
ready ever to be captured
a few more will taste the basilisk’s breath
There’s no way to capitalize
anonym or hateful poser be
just another dark imagination
maybe someone’s schtick not me
These days you could be arrested
if I was a high school kid
surely they would apprehend me
take a good peer under my lid
Call it the hella skella papers
some weird hook to cite the masses
shake the literati up
and knock the pundits on their asses
what
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