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Poems and Prose by Tim Fox

  • Scrubbing His Blood Offa My Hands

    Chaos and confusion
    Disaster and disorder
    psychocotic meltdown on the presidential stage

    Revolution’s coming
    Better get your shit together
    They won’t know what your doing
    ‘til they feel your righteous rage

    And now I’m scrubbing his blood, offa my hands
    Lady MacBeth, she’d understand
    Killed that evil fucker for playing with my life
    Stabbed him at the ballot box then stuck him with my knife

    Murderous contagion
    Are those your dues you’re payin’?
    Bodies all around you
    Like the words spread on the page

    Shoulda seen It comin’
    Now it’s here already
    Hope you had your fun
    Sitting ‘round in your malaise

    ,And now I’m scrubbing his blood, offa my hands
    Lady MacBeth, she’d understand
    Killed that evil fucker for playing with my life
    Stabbed him at the ballot box then stuck him with my knife

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