Before the Rapture (Poem)

Snakes in the grass
Spiders in the bed

Pigs on patrol
Pigeons getting fed

Bitches trickin money
Bulldogs flipping birds

Horses out of boundary
Mockers out of words

Chickens cluckin all day long
Roosters getting it on

All is good in this concrete pasture
So as it goes before The Rapture

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