i mean: fair enough to the sober
commentators on youtube -
   hats off and skirts down to you
gents and gentile women...
   but...
         i ask you...
   can you even read the news
under the façade     (there's a greek
ς, sigma, invoked by that...
who would have known,
that the Kelt,
            would have applied
              a greek letter, so far away,
under the wings of rome
diffusing!) -
          under the  faςade of
                                        soberness?
never could trust someone who
didn't know how to drink...
     or allow himself coherency
when inebriated....
          *******: angel of the opiates
comes along,
    which makes harold shipman
     look like quiete the hippocratic oath
taker...
            ministers mull ban on
sale of energy drinks:
             apparently children drink
more coffee than adults
  (albeit the covert, synthetic kind,
which underlines the principle
of synthesis for the "worth"
  of science, per se)...
               private schools shun
tougher GCSEs...
                       because hard...
              is apparently "too" hard enough...
oh i've "cheated" in my history
exam...
                but wrote a brilliant
essay on the counter-reformation
                            in my, "spare" time...
since: how the hell can you "cheat"
when constructing language coherency?
                  caged rat mean anything
to you?
               well, "cheating" never got me
anywhere to a socio-political
position of prominence,
evidently there was only a per se
            impetus,
              all that is chaos, and all that it's not...
yo ** ** and a scottish sailor
saying: i'd really freak out
if you substituted the whiskey for the ***...
imagine that!
   a drunk... with a sober head!
            but can you read the news
                  and be sober, simultaneously?
i was ingenious in crafting
a rabbincal like mini-scroll equivalent
of a torah...
                      folded akin to two rams
barging, and "see-through" in that
there were two-matchsticks to posit
the subsequent movement...
           because why wouldn't you "cheat"
in terms of the regurgitation of
                        boyscout rules
    and: 'sit boy! sit boy! sit!' of crufts?!
most of my childhood friends ended up
in prison,
     which is what you get...
      with a good father and a tyrannical
mother...
     and origins in a post-scriptum of
a town once famed as a socio-industrial
complex at the heart of which was metallurgy...
like i said:
       i wrote the most berilliant
counter-reformation essay in my, "spare",
time...
            under examination circumstances?
you ******* a rottweiler in a rat-maze?
educational synonym / imitation
of the islamic call for prayer...
               it's not that i gained a social
status from all of it...
                      merely a principium ex "nihil"...
an honest cheat is worse
          to fathom than an ardent crook...
given there's no pathological truth-sayer...
         miraculously: a visage of an oasis!
but given that i'm drunk...
   and given that i'm reading the news...
why not drink-sprint into a narrative?
          it's not that i'm actually commenting
on some "good"...
               all i know is that i'm shy
        of 2 beers down my local co-op...
and i'll need to brush-my-teeth and
apply deodrant (no one says
do with this spelling:
       deodorant; esp. in england) to hide
                               my "inadequacies";
faaaack...
   americans can have their
                   ah'loom'noon...
                    we can have our
              deodrant...
         as we'll keep our: alumni-minimum...
    Al - finally! in pixel!
                              l or 1?
                                 might have to start
considering "breaking the habit"
                                 and introducing AL
like we might fathom Lm
           on a roofer's invoice to denote
                         a linometre: a linear metre,
                everything to do with being just short of:
                     up-the-wall.