Loot-pile of the Slaves: A Poem

Some verses for losers

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Loot-pile of the Slaves

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

What at last will come of me
In the penitentiary?
Here I lay these beaten bones,
While the fly around me drones,
The spiders creep, louses bite,
As the tap drips through the night.

Why I robbed, and why I fought
Who can say? What is the ought,
The living law, laid on me,
Wh…