These words enveloped, baptised in despise
Despite the might that you think that they wield
It's not the words that we deflect from the shield
But hearts of dement, of authors who rage with intent
Whose lives in a pink padded-cell would be better off spent.
I dedicate this poem to all those SA Suxdix - you know who you are - you make me laugh!
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