psst...
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His Homeynence is not who you think he is...
...And everyone you fear he may be.
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The Prescence
of Homeynence
Is your Sentence
For Resistence
His Homeynence is everyone...
...and no one
He grows daily and cannot be deterred
He lurks behind you in the bush
And above you in his genes
From the slums and cities of Oceania
To the splendor and squalor of Eurasia
And the huts and hovels of Eastasia
Homeynence
Prescence
Persists
Repent ye reprobates
The Light of Homeynence
Illuminates Consequence
Of failed Repentance
No Deliverance
His Homeynence Sir Peckerwood Ali III
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mistaken-identity-2/
