you ******* me once,
you don't get to ******* me twice.

did i just wipe my ***
with a newspaper...
newspaper became more
expsesive than ****,
let's face it,
      i rather wipe my ***
with newspapers than
actual toilet paper,
  for the mere satisfaction...
it's not a pretty dynamic...
i'd prefer a soft
koala* hug governing my
****,
    than this east london:
fish 'n' chips mentality...
this isn't the beginning of
the printing press...
  this isn't some
                sort of liberation
tribunal!
  war begins in the realm of
propaganda...
              steal the mind,
                 arm the people.
   you make people think
what you want them to think,
and they act, upon
the gesture of a zenith's
  worth of
                      abhorrence:
my hands hold the weilding
power of the yield
              of destiny's worth,
toward's historical testimony;
and that due narrative,
            or at least, a memory.