oh yeah, there's enough Bolognese sauce to go round... round and round the Bolognese sauce goes round, while we milk the cow for the Béchamel sauce! raw eggs the sushi apéritif; eh, Bologna! tiff piff paff bara boom, Arab dead naked in the sand as described by Camus... so forget the mama mia... eh?*

the world's too big for us
to encompass a global individual;
not even a bottle of whiskey will aid
the idea... and a Dubai Lamborghini
will not craft an Indiana Jones adventure
either, a global individual is a
mistaken litmus test... a failing...
listen to the peepsqueak pokémons,
i'm not even in possession of ropes
for a stalker motive...
globalisation gave us the distancing safety...
god help us with the internet auto-suggestive
of its narcissistic ownership by rich youth...
**** them to hell and their monopolization of things,
have they even registered the notion
that adverts can be bypassed via pause and forward
and the mute buttons? or did they just spend their
father's inheritance on bling-bling to show off?
here's the mansion... and here's the Hilton gutter...
welcome to Paris, ******.