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Mar 2018
/don't exuse yourself feeding me soya, when you could have had me playing with Harambe! as i played with the baby bear in a Danzig zoo!

the birth, and the life,
the womb,
   for 9 months
that became 90 years...
culminating,
   in a gravel tomb.

        O... mother...
woman...
          but one,
                 sacrifice.

take your parasite labour,
and ingest
a truer form...
      to compare...
  motherthood, a job...
why,
would any, man,
wish to bother with
this trajectory,
subsequently?

                   leave the copper skins
in the prophesy of queen Sheba...
bow...
          out...
                 leave them to it...
next to the golgotha pyramid
                       of Bagdad;

i heave not heart to feel,
the heave the utter lack
of testicles for a translation for man's eyes
to see.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
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