sweet seditionaries

you will never know

for they smile sweetly

never raising your blood

arguing with you for a moment

creating a stir

these silent seditionists

but they will

drop the dime

call the hotline

inform the authorities

report transgressions

tell tales to teachers

for these are the backbone

of the night terror

you will never know this

until authority feels your collar

pulls you in for a quiet chat

as you wonder

why me

how did they know?

for it is the job

of the quiet quislings

the latent ladies of grey

snide men who poison dogs

drowners of kittens

being the kings & queens

of the common good

who would softly end us all

for not being quite right

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