TOWACO EXCESS
Peace, peace, peace, who needs it really?
The sidewalks are full of peaceful nudniks doing
their chores, picking up this, running to stores.
Any nitwit in an overcoat can be made to look
good. I want only the bad. Give me the defiant, the
angry and loose. Here I am, leaning on a wet-paint
wall for merely the thrill of it all. Peace, peace,
peace, who needs it? I have come - not to bring
peace, but to bring the sword. Where have I
heard that before?
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