Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: Personal Grievences I am sick of this fucking shit, dammit Guns, gangs, terrorists, government fuckups I'm sick of all them fuckin' wetback gangs I'm tired of this nigger drive-by shit I'm sick of all these neo-nazi fucks I'm tired of these gook clans that start shit I'm sick of the CIA coverups Our fight for freedom begats violence The quest for peace is brought on by war Sure, I don't rhyme, or speak properly Who are you to ad judge my poetry You say it is not, and I say it is Unrhymed iambic pentameter, boy Ten syllables, accents, unaccents And what a better way to end this piece With this couplet I say to sum it all May the people I grieve, all soon shall fall ... ETC -/- Manifest '94 03/21/94 'A big fuck you kiss'
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