Invader

The people of another world sucking and licking the high and thick wall separating of my own, the invaders trying to push off some' homo and less' unnatural profaners infected with aids, sucks! with the notion that all these are embedded in the grand design of the code DNA, hey! buffoon, do not cook the books, mine is not less dangerous with hook, line and sinker, hate and anger, for that reason this poem is the result as I loose the bridle, should I continue or have I to bit? others have licked up six inches of thirty six and now and then dropp e- bombs and ‘a' to break my composure and peace, as if, they are from the birth at war with me leaving a cat in me on the hot tin roof, only the best of the both worlds is that the population of them is waning due to their own cursed habits.