Monday, 7 September 2015

Don't Now poem

I don't know what to say but stay rounded, the nega punish puniverse came in heart hurts, cave in, caveat, perverse, reversed curse-corpse, hoarse in copouts, that pretendly praise, hip camp pouts, flimsy wielded crimp cramped shorts.

I know the power of not knowing is the confound ground air stream. proud like the dirty shirts.

The shrowd to believe a story bigger than you, your experience will not allow. Propagated propagandist, try and deny you. Well just watch t.v. sue! well hell, there is always a collective dynamic, no one can deny a right to be, so to speak, fly, as we sail along, a rudder udder, of absolute con fondle, fuddle, mud man muddle.

Don't interfere with my dramaturgic choice, twisted disco of depressed people has no voice.
Us and Them is S and M fiction, feel the friction of questioned convictions, Chauvanistic conceit has been inquisitioned.

Sequestuered ,sectioned ,excoriated pejoratives , false narrative, false economyauthorative. exorcise the demon don't exercise it!!!

15 moments of fame in a rust ratio grave.

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