oh, believe me jimmy
                                     (the scoot),
they're afraid of me...

because what could
possibly be more
intimidating
  than a niqab
if not a "madman"
twirling an umbrella,
sitting on a windowsill
just so he can
smoke a cigarette
           without
it getting soaked?

who the **** needs
goth make-up?
all it takes is the right
hour, the right weather
and a coursosel...

**** yeah! another
google hack!
  
    http://tinyurl.com/yasd9onk...

i swear i could do these
with my eyes closed...

i only love spelling mistakes
if they continue
and morph into google whacks...
e.g. coursosel...

in this instance?
  an umbrella carousel...
i'm getting dizzy...
   i finished my ciggie
    and i'm staring
into a fourth dimension...

funny that, opening an umbrella
while stretching yourself
out of the window...

they really start bewildering
themselves
when you have a chance
     to entertain
yourself:
  i.e. make yourself laugh,
i found that when you reach
this tier of "awareness"
   people are curious
      as if regarding
dorian gray...
  
         but it's not about
      keeping good looks
and youth...
   it's more about:
   how does he
       manage to laugh,
and at the same time:
keep no company?

    was stand-up comedy
  supposed to have
an "egalitarian"
purpose within
the framework of
  other trades?
           is there
       a cost-effectiveness
in the comic
          "job" description?
            plumber
        beneath the comic?
unless he does puppeteer
antics akin to lee evans...

they start to fear you
when they find you,
sheltering yourself under
an umbrella,
   peering out the window
perched on a windowsill,
rotating the umbrella
   at the same speed
as a moth flapping its wings
becoming dizzy...
laughing to / at yourself
in your own company...
       saying:
i'm only shaking off
the raindrops
               off the mushroom...

              people really have
forgotten to laugh,
i blame canned laughter
      in t.v. shows...
              i blame
      a loss of appreciation
for ridicule as a form
of humour...
                
     people are becoming more
demented day in, day out,
esp. in old age...
    since they've forgotten
how to be ridiculous when young...
i hate liars,
        but i'd pick
a ****** comic than a liar
to be friends with... count:
either monday, tuesday all the
way through to sunday...

still, that umbrella "pirouette"...
  dizzy dizzy dizzy...
ah... a spelling mistake that revealed
a google hack... ha... ha ha!