GUY FAWKES DAY:
Spitting little children roasting in the fire of the most revered terrorist,
Happy marshmallow heat, now charcoal smelling hair,
Curl together, cuddle up like penguins,
in the warmth of the terrorist burning as the child’ dresser fit his clothes, November
the fifth day to remember,
Glass of wine,
Extra socks,
Why can’ t I sing?
Bring down the government, and burn the lot.
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