this

All Aliens allign along an axis.

Spinning selflessley supressing screams.

Tolerating total tasteless tasks.

Descending, diluting drastic dreams.

Waiting while we wake.

Wishing we wouldn't wage wars.

People perpetuating pompus postures.

While wearing withered waists.

Hips happily helping/humping heroes held high.

Destroying delicate deitys.

Bowing before blatant brutes.

Bending beside blasting bombs.

Terror tested today.

Eyes eyeing everything.

Ignorantly irrationally irritated.

Attacking All Alienated Aliens.
 
Someone is still haunting the boarRAB trying to make up lost posts.

Although I actually like this poem, if you knew how my mind worked you would understand

Hatas happily hate
Eventually everyone elevevates
Live love life.
 
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