One of jube jube’s purposefully lost episodes.
The time of liberation has come upon us…
Marching in the scorching sun, living off of bread and water.The green apple dictators rule with iron fistsThrown into prisons, living like the dogs we areEveryday our numbers dwindleWe must cross the final bridge to freedom.
When I thought all was lostI regained anthropologist consciousnessQuadrilateral borders are the only thing that preventsA card game from becoming solitaire confinementTaste buds are that much more becomingA pinch of garden snail thought.Discount Iodine is up for grabsEscape before the desert sun rises..
We must ensnare this accursed landThe wretched names act as a death call in our heads:The Lollipop Guild!
In : Poetry
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