The three legged tables © Donna Rae Lands
The three legged tables were always their proper PC labels…
They called everybody Nazis’…
All the while preaching their destroying proxies…
Their coupe’ de grace was their trials with all their flaws…
The three legged tables were not even…
Unbalance Pravda was always their reason…
Low down and all a dirty shame…
Communism became their game of fame…
The three legged tables were all fixed and set…
Nobody had a clue of their glue of beset and yet…
All was just a mantra of control…
And on the innocent, it took its toll…
The three legged tables were bound to befall…
Ideas of incompetence for one and all…
All they offered were all their wants…
Needs were trashed to become all their haunts…
The three legged tables were living in the pond…
Not one could be rescued all along…
Their destiny of being caught…
Betrayed their souls of forgot and their spirits of rot….
The three legged tables could not face the truth…
Not one was a detective of sleuth…
Logic was replaced with ‘I feel’…
And it was always just their visions of surreal…
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