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KnobNess By Finnius Dilkington KnobNess is upon us Altho my KnobNess is not nu been working on my KnobNess for some time now 37 years & a few My KnobNess is incomplete. Incompetent untrue I am certain I have more KnobNess More KnobNess more than you At times you'll see my KnobNess At the luncheon table and such I'll tell a joke & mess about You'll laugh out of politeness And "not very much" My KnobNess is like a steaming plastic packet fresh ripped from the Microwave a packet Inside a black plastic bag, un clean and un true Here's the the thing that thing I do Make an insulting racket; Hussle, Huzzah and harangue too is my technique is nothing new KnobNess in my acting actions Like the malevolent Sir Richard Chamberlain fancy in some vile and delinquent role Dolled up, ****** arresting With grasping grabbing Needful hands. "Yon knobNess is thus" "And thus" (wrists bent) And the dark black circles about his actors eyes create no illusion I remain at the centre of my KnobNess Assured in my self believing belief frequent feeling of my own genitals Is no more, no less than any others.
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
This poem , written by Finnius Phillip Dilkington, AKA Stephen Cambpell Grant
KnobNess By Finnius Dilkington KnobNess is upon us Altho my KnobNess is not nu been working on my KnobNess for some time now 37 years & a few My KnobNess is incomplete. Incompetent untrue I am certain I have more KnobNess More KnobNess more than you At times you'll see my KnobNess At the luncheon table and such I'll tell a joke & mess about You'll laugh out of politeness And "not very much" My KnobNess is like a steaming plastic packet fresh ripped from the Microwave a packet Inside a black plastic bag, un clean and un true Here's the the thing that thing I do Make an insulting racket; Hussle, Huzzah and harangue too is my technique is nothing new KnobNess in my acting actions Like the malevolent Sir Richard Chamberlain fancy in some vile and delinquent role Dolled up, ****** arresting With grasping grabbing Needful hands. "Yon knobNess is thus" "And thus" (wrists bent) And the dark black circles about his actors eyes create no illusion I remain at the centre of my KnobNess Assured in my self believing belief frequent feeling of my own genitals Is no more, no less than any others.
This poem , I read back in May 2014, it is one of the few staying in my memory. TY Finnius
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
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