Dear six of nine,
How dare you.
How dare you call
yourselves justices
when you’re nothing more
than souless, spineless, jesters.
How dare you.
How dare you.
How fucking dare you.
I hope one day
you feel this wrath.
And I hope it fucking burns.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Dear six of nine,
How dare you.
How dare you call
yourselves justices
when you’re nothing more
than souless, spineless, jesters.
How dare you.
How dare you.
How fucking dare you.
I hope one day
you feel this wrath.
And I hope it fucking burns.
So true! They don’t work for us anymore. They take our money, but do someone else’s work for some other purpose. Our country has gone insane, and it’s what they want.
Right? It’s terrifying!