i'll slowly but surely
die out...
                 i'll just succumb to
the fatal
morality of what churns out
the accessible public
in numbers not worth counting
but worth recognising as
seagull or crow,
                         because they
always were people who spoke
of eternity, but who never made
me feel like i ever belonged or
ever wanted to have that experience;
because, honestly? i
never inquired into wanting one.
what a load of *******...
it was to begin with in the first place...
no wonder if was a wholly fist-against-fist affair,
dumber-ones down the hierarchy
puffed their cheeks up when taking
the load of a punch for plums and dentists'
revisions...
                   well d'uh, punches...
you have an orangutan for excuse with you?
no? pucker the ginger
and send him to Syria, lights are off with this one,
send him off to a training camp,
or do the intro to live under Putin or Trump...
i have as many excuses to breed terrorists
as i have breeding slaves....
question is... which is worse; some say the former
is worse than the latter... but i beg to differ.