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Ampoule
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A VILLANELLE POEM. (specific structure, etc) POETRY CLASS JUST GOT A THOUSAND TIMES COOLER.
All through the night they shuffle
A thousand stiffs who hold no heat
In a wave they come: your brothers, sisters, and your mum
The President'll fret and Congress'll crumble
Too late'll they find, a bullet through the mind, is how they're beat
All through the night they shuffle
They have plans for your noggin – but not the hair, scalp, nor skull
It's those sweet, mushy grey vittles they wish most to eat
In a wave they come: your brothers, sisters, and your mum
Hardly damned with no souls to humble
Not a care in the world; their life sure sounds great
In a wave they come: your brothers, sisters, and your mum
Carrying the arm of your Aunt—Hey, isn't that your Uncle?
Nah, it's just another one of them, nibbling a piece of meat
All through the night they shuffle
Finding safety in high ground you feel the tables are turned
Seeing the never-ending horde below, you begin to pray
All through the night they shuffle
In a wave they come: your brothers, sisters, and your mum
All through the night they shuffle
All through the night they shuffle
A thousand stiffs who hold no heat
In a wave they come: your brothers, sisters, and your mum
The President'll fret and Congress'll crumble
Too late'll they find, a bullet through the mind, is how they're beat
All through the night they shuffle
They have plans for your noggin – but not the hair, scalp, nor skull
It's those sweet, mushy grey vittles they wish most to eat
In a wave they come: your brothers, sisters, and your mum
Hardly damned with no souls to humble
Not a care in the world; their life sure sounds great
In a wave they come: your brothers, sisters, and your mum
Carrying the arm of your Aunt—Hey, isn't that your Uncle?
Nah, it's just another one of them, nibbling a piece of meat
All through the night they shuffle
Finding safety in high ground you feel the tables are turned
Seeing the never-ending horde below, you begin to pray
All through the night they shuffle
In a wave they come: your brothers, sisters, and your mum