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Jan 2016
i love how the reaping of modern reward
leaves octavius in peace from
the hysterics of historians, known as augustus,
apathetic, because the scold of such
breadcrumbs know as rewards, are just that,
breadcrumbs, foodstuff additives for rats
that were ignoble enough to jump the ship,
they were, ignoble to guise themselves
in thinking the usage of language
was idiotic enough for them to use it
when using it sparingly, on a spare as ol' cockney
had it. i watched ******* so many ways of speaking
in order that all ways of speaking were sung,
to sing is to have respect for all measures of the tongue,
it does not mean to favour one, it means to accept all,
it does mean intention to state a status quo
but mean a status qua: it does not intend
the state of things going to the same posit of where they
are, but arable i statement asking for the state as being
worth keeping.
why then imagine so much but speak so little?
why then speak so much but imagine so little?
politics vice versus got in the way?
shadowy patron of despotism swerved a legion
of demonic shadows to sway you?
was it a carcass that decided to rekindle life
with puppets for a dynamism of the silken  
trade with stringed threads that swayed you
to be kept noble of memory with the next kinship
as entitled prior to me, prior to father,
prior to my father's father?
held sway it did with the nightmare relating,
but you didn't: a nought's worth of a sarcasm
in the night made more uncles for satiation
of hybrids of insemination than it did
relating cousin's mother (1) with cousin's
father (2) to conclude the family tree reserved
an inheritance of king solomon's mines for someone.
then i hid my eyes into lazed lids of blink missing,
and that was that... horror was more welcome
than comedy with all genre choices freely apparent.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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   Dana Colgan
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