Charles Roderick Minds the Farm from Predators ~ Thursday, September 24, 2026

This man you want to fuck with, not at all
how you choose, how you try, why do you care
in this world, hurt people hurt inside out
shit happens but with no need for ill will

many survive, no struggle and no strife
as each day comes and goes, they aspire
neither too high, nor too low, feel the boot

you taste leather and steel, what is the point
observe this man, he wrongs no one, why chafe
under the rub of rules you understand

warn you not to run up against, why break
against the wind, to change what in the end
nobody bothers with because the brook
turns this way, why reroute the drowned Hellespont

torture learned, why commit to memory
observe this man, he follows what is right

fuck not with the ugliness in your mind
understand what you seek is plain scary
cold, sociopathic behavior lacks
kindness, loving-kindness, this life you wrote

witness your original face, displace
ideas of harm, the alarm set to call
the police for no good reason, this cell
home for lifetime after lifetime, no peace

no happiness in hell on earth, to mend
old ways before you walk untrodden paths
thoughtfulness, not a lark, as time ticktocks

answers to confusion, inside your head
tanks roll to put down the revolution

authoritarian ideas take heed
lead a life in repentance for Legion
lets the demon-haunted world reign, Frost jests

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