herr fitzgerald and st. augustine's ethos
of education - a primary in Barkingside,
close enough to the Gants Hill roundabout:
an infamous thrill for a cyclist
             to merge with heavy traffic...
nonetheless,
                        so a boy picks up pictures
of Pamela Anderson from a cornershop
   (which isn't on a corner) - for free -
             and distributes a few in the playground -
gets ratted out after a sloppy attempt
              to another boy
                          who never managed
  to ******* to bronzino's
          venus, cupid, folly, and time...
which ends up being a double standard
on the western niqab: or sun-glasses,
     or is venus & cupid a better
               cipher than madonna and
                                    the child?
   what would castrated piglets knows?
- all i have to point to is:
    do you "teach" the boy
          (regarding the Pamela Anderson
soft core nudes)
            lesson (a) what would you
     say, if that was your mother?!
  or lesson (b) what would you say,
if that was your daughter?
             lesson (a) actually happened...
but where's the ******?
        the motivation?
                        thank you herr fitzgerald
for this worthwhile lesson,
    and i really have to thank
   for all the psychiatric regression
implants insinuating some sort of
*******...
                   quasi-sympathy...
   as ever, psychiatry, the cheapest form
of acting...
                    came the elephant,
and you know what the elephant
  is good at?
                    ganesha,
          the patron "saint" of alzheimer...
                          you sheer, or sneer?
my, the mighty addition of a letter,
    suddenly the world turns up-side down,
or receives a copernican rotation...
         point being:
     how can you curb pornographic
excesses when you having done it over
          a fine art piece?
     to later resort to: no third parties welcome
bridge: is that a winking game?
                   it's still a question,
do you conceive passing morality by asking
the question:
      (a) your mother?!
  or (b) your daughter?
                           hello once again,
   on the chicken prior to the egg or the reverse
                     carousel...
  whatever that might be:
   i'm pretty sure that the umbilical mouth
came before
                         the mandible jaw,
            which came after the pucker pooch,
          which eventually became an ****.