you know how many times i watched feline ballerina nimble limbs make licking your *** an ease acceptable? the same number i wished was your **** rather than a *******'s: after all, who wants to walk down an alleyway with flat-tire bicycles calling it a village? when the furthest you can travel is a mile away from freedom provided by the solidarity movement bicycle pamphlet distributors.*

i guess a poem was here
well behaved by new england standards'
for publication
with missing perfect punctuation
but lacerated vocabulary,
or perhaps the reverse versus.

p.s. what ****** off darwinists is the crow
uniformity, the way they can't be ****
moloch steady, cruel to be kind,
kind to be cruel, the way the parasites
of visible for are excluded and atomisation
of parasites has bred
darwinism's loathing is pepper topped off with salt,
i too have no heart like that,
but the perfect crow is a cul de sac of darwinism
when man cannot perfect such natural cruelty,
he selects his cruelty: hangs the mobile man
salvages the disabled man, who needs a carer...

the former a career,
so they took a **** on the **** **** turned themselves
on what the gemini said would arrive:
a kind of selfishness that was what was to be
pacified by warring factions, and the inability to
impregnate the safety of impregnable girls
who had no need for freezing ovaries to keep both
house and career, reproduction and husband.