THE STATE OF THREE OH EIGHT


In the toxic gloom

Of this soulless room.

I see the state

Of three oh eight.

I conspire

To fire,

My words like black smoke

Hoping they’ll choke

Those who relate

To the state of three oh eight.

Their is no one so blind

Than those who would bind

The aspirations of nations

Ban all relations.

Don’t make the mistake

Of being three oh eight.

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