cyber-punk, or at least:
congregating around graves
rather than desecrating them,
a zeitgeist thematic
of Polish politics...
and only from matchsticks
came the exploration
of transcending meaning(s)
subsequently lost
to youthful vigour
and squandering,
guarded by the motto:
omni (est) facilis omni (est)
           scitus...    
(somehow trans.
from english into latin
doesn't allow conjunction
sharpnel)...
might be an English thing...
and when people stop
investing in themselves
as slumbering potential...
the easy option becomes:
to have children...
    on the rare occasion
the balancing act...
and on even rarer...
a ******* offspring...
glue to a single mother...
came playing with matchsticks:
K, M, I, T, W, A, H, L, Y, X,
V, N, Z, F, q, e, r, u, p,
   s, d, (G), j, c, b.... (Oo)...
because what order is there,
with your bog a, b, c, standard,
when unravelling it,
chaos, reigns?!
is this, some sort of...
Lebanese joke about who
collects the garbage of Beirut?
         ******* matchsticks!
meaning no more,  no less,
evolved from 45°, 90°, 180°, ~23°, 30°,
  & 360° within circa hue differences...*
god even knows how
the Vatican credo would
resound in the extinct cuneiform...
Latin will be dead,
once the tax on using their
letters is exhausted
by the children...
      so much money rests,
upon a few squiggly lines
of arabic...
    ******* target material
in latin:
   if only there came
the notion, of mechanisation,
via the resurrected horse...
painting of war,
with a tribe that mastered
the bull...
came close st pamplona...
took to touristy... things...
   a prayer unto Hades in reply
to earliest Hugeounouts...
our father, who are a heaven,
in braille be your name,
by your absence come,
     give us this day our daily mammon,
and lead us into usury
as above temptation...
     and... anything more of this
kind of composition,  and no wonder,
easy prey on grounds of
exploitative execution;
hyena meat banquet... cliché...
the parasitical pop culture
sensational, iconoclasm.