the sieve and the sand

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bill oreilly

gorillas with guns

poetry

with words made of
the outlines of letters
but missing insides
you stand like a
silver backed gorilla
in the moonlight
pounding your
eat, shit, sleep
fuck mentallity
into anything you
can find and thusly
are the personifaction
of evil.

September 27, 2008 David X. Hugo Tagged bill oreilly, evil, gorilla 7 Comments
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