this scrapula intrigues!
is clarity so rare,
that a blow must be struck?
can we purse our lips,
gently blow the smoke screen
intended to obscure what desires
not to be seen, witnessed?
the gusts of lies and hyperbole
come so frequent, we prefer to
merely shrug, turn aside, defer,
and yet
if a twosome's jointly exhales
with a modest vehemence,
and two, nay there three be adjoin this combine,
then a scrapula becomes a force,
a rallying cry, and embroidery
upon our unmasked faces,
a mighty wind, unmasking the
shameful, stop, now, blow blow
the old man down,
~~~~
“You'll see those poor devils how they will all scoot
(Wey hey, blow the man down)
Assisted along by the toe of a boot
(Gimme some time to blow the man down)
Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Wey hey, blow the man down
Blow him right back into Liverpool town
Give me some time to blow the man down”
writ yesterday
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 12:36 PM UTC
this scrapula intrigues!
is clarity so rare,
that a blow must be struck?
can we purse our lips,
gently blow the smoke screen
intended to obscure what desires
not to be seen, witnessed?
the gusts of lies and hyperbole
come so frequent, we prefer to
merely shrug, turn aside, defer,
and yet
if a twosome's jointly exhales
with a modest vehemence,
and two, nay there three be adjoin this combine,
then a scrapula becomes a force,
a rallying cry, and embroidery
upon our unmasked faces,
a mighty wind, unmasking the
shameful, stop, now, blow blow
the old man down,
~~~~
“You'll see those poor devils how they will all scoot
(Wey hey, blow the man down)
Assisted along by the toe of a boot
(Gimme some time to blow the man down)
Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Wey hey, blow the man down
Blow him right back into Liverpool town
Give me some time to blow the man down”
writ yesterday
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