With malice it could be done
Not with sword not with gun
Under a thick dosage of sauce
Brown sauce
Terribly misunderstood steak so thick
The hornet's nest is absent mindedly kicked
And out spin the stingers blood to bleed
You'd think a helping of hyperdermic needles
might jostle the mind inside indeed
With malice he cursed from under his breath
For assasination dwelled in thought
oh whose thought question brought?
The sinew will bake from within
Resistance will dry I'll have mine
Then salted with extracted saline
to dampen it by force of spin
finishing once again with brown sauce on chin
malice as sweet and overpowering as cinammon
Terribly misunderstood authority inflatted
Malice sunk into the temples of the law creater
brown sauce slipping from the side of the mouth
down like hostile treacle
down like shipwreck
Sinew pulls
Resistance tries
The begger and the pauper smile
The pretender cries
Maybe a hornet or two will jostle the mind
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