Nietzsche once said: poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them. i think he was wrong, maxims aren't exactly atoms of accuracy and unchanging ontology... i see poets as shameful with their experiences: they don't exploit, they simply exaggerate their experiences - the oldest truth out of Eden was a lie... what poet could possibly reinvent such parameters as necessarily truth-worthy upon revision? the fear of telling a lie encompasses maximums, or truths untested / undemanding... the oldest truth out of Eden was a lie... the youth of refreshed Eden-like hopes is the ageing original, neither truth, nor life - but simply the unattainable regurgitation once fabled by Roman enforced bulimia and the Welsh long-bowman V wedged into the throat like an oyster into the world.

what they sold the ultra-left fanatics
and kept at juggling pace stalling
worth's of economics comes to bite back...
in my family?
the only ones readied for a coffin
are my grandparents, my parents aren't secure,
i ain't one for prawn cocktail starters either  -
i won't repay my student loan...
because i won't be working McDonald's till
dusk asking myself: so what was the point
of educating myself? i guess working at
McDonald's was the answer already
waiting for me once graduation time came.
me? i'm analysing the fears of living
on the streets... but as one homeless man began...
you're a diamond in the rough...
i just gave him a cigarette and talked with him
in Turkish akimbo.
oh pooh you, papa won't pay! how *sad.
i hear you antagonising both left and right these
coming days.... of course the right you fear...
fear and shrivel and tremble and dust...
i came from a family of Communist party members...
you think the Vatican aid will suffice?!
i'm into the lessons of the founder -
i believe in forgiving your enemies,
but in a way that does not enact tribal satisfaction
of culprits kept in cages... i believe like yhwh believed
concerning Cane... roam free! lie forever more!
i don't believe forgiving a culprit once all the laws
were passed is worthwhile the message -
i don't believe in zoological jurisprudence -
i want the LIES... i want a person to exact their
role in society to a full potential... like the god
of the old testament i was the law of free-roam -
i want the lies to suffocate the culprit...
i can name him any day you like, but i like the odd tease
and fake of reprimand -
i want the culprit to roam free like Cain -
i want a zenith of lie to extend beyond a mere cage
and an environment of prison - i want the obsession
of the everyday life to encompass the term -
if forgiving is the lesson, then i will not want any laws
exacted - completely free, away from prison -
away from a similitude of criminality -
the "normal" person - oh sure, call me mad,
i faked madness a long time ago, so i could be granted
a quasi-diplomatic immunity -
Broadmoor Hospital is closing... care in the community...
oh wait... but you called me mad?
i sought my reason in Polish neurosurgeons and kept
them knit-picking lies and deceptions in a society
i once wished to integrate into, as prescribed
by my use of English; yet... left aside, i turned to Russia,
in the Axis tribunal i was least offended.
they can ridicule all they want... i know my weakness
when i see it, and subsequently utilise it in the staff gimmick.
their language undermines them - their language
undermines them... old Jack shredded the Union
in the 19th century... of course they're slow to pick up
the realities ahead - p.c.s.d. (post-colonial stress disorder)
mimicked in every soldier coming back from Afghanistan.