No formality or smiles that show,
Only hatred and venom for now,
We hope for happiness to grow,
We kept asking here how.
We all took our seats,
Diplomacy and knives,
Gauging who we can beat,
Showing off our trophy wives.
We attack with eyes and fear,
One by one they leave,
This battle shall be won here,
Goals we have achieved.
Monday, December 1, 2008
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