Death By Rhetoric (Tell His Story)

Requiesce in pace, Cory Compertore 

We shout about the ones we hate 

until our faces go bright red,

and in this call down a fate

in which a gentle man is dead.

A day is spent to reconsider,

calls for unity and grace,

but anger is a raging river,

a thrill that no peace can replace,

and here, my God, we go again,

"He's an existential threat!",

and thus the rain dance brings the rain

and thus it is not over yet,

and will not be, 'till this, our home,

goes the way of ancient Rome.

Sylvia would organize mass time-outs.

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