Feb 2016
i love the fact that poets outnumber each other
in order to speak a maxim^,
and speak it like a bunch of people
banning a free speech society
from ever being encouraged
to exist because of
a student union riddled by phobias;
the words i once spoke:
only idiots educate themselves these days
rings truer than i ever would have thought.
^when was poetry ever about writing
a maxim? i swear it was once all about a rhyme...
but modern poetry wants to offer maxims
rather than rhymes... what's wrong with it?!
you give maxims with a narrative...
poetry is hardly a place to proclaim narration;
small **** serves a conversation impromptu,
a talked over piece a lot,
a peace signature over my warring libido,
a feeling of masculine security i could monopolise;
big **** i'll be governing for eternity...
and leave small **** an eternity of a given offspring
to return to in acronym i withheld as a moulding of child;
woman was always defined as truth,
because she never revelled or revealed her
cognition as either truth or ontological intention...
she left it there for man to concern the boredom of
philosophy (suicide), a prime concern in 20th century
philosophy... because when woman writes
it's cheap, sheer the sheep adequate cheap...
women only reveal a psychology when all other
exhausts of parallel thinking are no more to provide
a dynamic... when physical reality as stressed by biology
because idiotic woman reveals her thinking...
and employs about a 1000 psychologists for each
ailment of thinking... they even implant ailments
in healthy bodies like they might allow imitation
of miscarriages to take places... there's hardly a nail
job awaiting them for the cure:
which says as much as: nietzshce's style when referring
to german dry humour concerning the french revolution,
that's a revolution (kant), when he didn't get the point of
irony... when he, himself, italicised all the minor points
to a pedantry... but then the musket and the iron sharp
bidding made leeches succour...
are we not the reverse of plato prescribing socrates:
we will look odd at people who were once in army ranks,
for they took orders and thought it wise to give orders?
rather than those who entered brothels and left without wives?
in order to speak a maxim^,
and speak it like a bunch of people
banning a free speech society
from ever being encouraged
to exist because of
a student union riddled by phobias;
the words i once spoke:
only idiots educate themselves these days
rings truer than i ever would have thought.
^when was poetry ever about writing
a maxim? i swear it was once all about a rhyme...
but modern poetry wants to offer maxims
rather than rhymes... what's wrong with it?!
you give maxims with a narrative...
poetry is hardly a place to proclaim narration;
small **** serves a conversation impromptu,
a talked over piece a lot,
a peace signature over my warring libido,
a feeling of masculine security i could monopolise;
big **** i'll be governing for eternity...
and leave small **** an eternity of a given offspring
to return to in acronym i withheld as a moulding of child;
woman was always defined as truth,
because she never revelled or revealed her
cognition as either truth or ontological intention...
she left it there for man to concern the boredom of
philosophy (suicide), a prime concern in 20th century
philosophy... because when woman writes
it's cheap, sheer the sheep adequate cheap...
women only reveal a psychology when all other
exhausts of parallel thinking are no more to provide
a dynamic... when physical reality as stressed by biology
because idiotic woman reveals her thinking...
and employs about a 1000 psychologists for each
ailment of thinking... they even implant ailments
in healthy bodies like they might allow imitation
of miscarriages to take places... there's hardly a nail
job awaiting them for the cure:
which says as much as: nietzshce's style when referring
to german dry humour concerning the french revolution,
that's a revolution (kant), when he didn't get the point of
irony... when he, himself, italicised all the minor points
to a pedantry... but then the musket and the iron sharp
bidding made leeches succour...
are we not the reverse of plato prescribing socrates:
we will look odd at people who were once in army ranks,
for they took orders and thought it wise to give orders?
rather than those who entered brothels and left without wives?
