I urinate on your weak wording,
not out of disrespect but I find that
this is all the apologise that they need.

Can I give your thoughts merit on mere
wording, No.... they brain damage me,
to a Neanderthal grasping of should I touch fire.

I try to inhibit my attention but I wrap my
mind around a lamp post and my thoughts
bleed swiftly out on the road till they die..

They are like full beam on a dark road leading
to the eventuality of my mind blinded thinking
how could this have been shone before eyes.

I urinated on your word just to put the fire out
that was burning on the page, charcoal words
were washed quickly from my now numbed mind.