Bug City

They’re rodents, they’re bugs.
They need beatdowns, not love.
They’re less than tragedies –
staged, former pages, rarely newsworthy.
Propped up flops whose merchandise we shouldn’t cop, ingest, or shop.
Daily injustice occurring and they’ve fixed your minds to blare me with your conjuring.
We’ll never get used to it no matter what their puppet masters say.
They’re just psychotics with big and little wallets who’ll never escape judgment day.

PERIOD.

by Jerriè McGill

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About St. Rev. Jerriè McGill

I'm a devout Christian Saint, Prophet, and Minister lady who loves the LORD. I'm also a writer, singer, composer, and visionary. I aspire to be like my Holy Father, an angel. I'm a Holy Roller Stomper, quite serious, yet joyful of my True Father's Heavenly work. I'm a graduate of Georgia Southern University and have a Bachelor of Science degree in Justice Studies. I reside in Atlanta, GA.
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