Hemlock Poem by Poetical Analysis

Socrates ain't dead enough for me

I'm The Hemlock to wipe him from all humanity

He won't consume me so nobly as Plato writes he did

For I'm a mother's bond soaked in the blood of her kid

I'm tainted with the wales of savages ground into dust

Stewed in the expectation of The Child's trust

I'm the tears of the girl the famous quarterback raped

Doused in the prayers of the parents of the teen girl who's whole ordeal was taped

With a dash of holy semen from the orifices of altar boys

A spoonful if sweat from the 6,100 fathers who never used them as toys

I'm boiled in the belly of a nuclear reactor outta necessity

It's the most sacred part of my proprietized recipe

Socrates won't drink me, he was never that brave

So, I'll shove me down Plato's throat so that my ingredients will be saved

I am The Hemlock harboring a horrific doom

I shall poison The Republic for the sake nurturing The Womb

6/14/14