A dark spot on the skin
ignored
Morphs into pathogens of rumpus
Trapped, not in the core of the earth
But in the private quarters of testicular boils
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The day will come
When troublous boils will sit in the witness box
To testify
Before a grand jury of testicles?
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The day will come
When evil stumps buried in the archives of history will sprout twigs
And search for sunshine and rain?
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And meribah will break
Into the fortress of the King
Princesses, will tuck their tails in-between their nightwears
And run into open fields to hide?
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And renounced royal jewels will roam the street
Seeking the dirty ankles
Of street urchins?
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And plumes of fumes
Will raise their hands in obeisance
Before the sun and the stars?
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And uproarious tides will bring home tides
Of the gloom
Foretold at birth?
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And town criers’ gongs will jar weary ears
Yet the king will keep
His guileful promises running
Like a broken tap?