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