i hate summer...
too many "ligjht" hours,
bothersome of ensuring
intricacies;
those late removed
                  slicing scoops...
and itches...
            my least
"avaliable"
  of "luxure",  
                    "activities"...
can fathom anything
more calibrated
to the exhaust of seething...
with quasi-nibbling
                    jargon....
death come counterpart...
of the trodden
  in the much
                    sodden!
believe me...
not all read the entire
"read" alexader dumas
to finally begin quest:
reading people like books...
"you" leave
     infracture of the benign;
who's?!
          namely your own....
        solicit with Jordan?!
i die lawless...
    i make the law: you,
       your children, your kin!
whince comes
the fear for the love of god...
unless you stake to cleave
to a higher
jurisprudence
of man usurper!
               then i am but
a humble muslim in...
                             peer among
the pristine judgement of
sacrificing: prayer.