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Sep 2018
The Insipid proffer vapid thoughts
From a mind bought for a penny in a Joke shop
In a town where the Learned are from equators afar
Now in a place where homegrown youths dance with stupidity
And minds dies in alehouses and common sense isn't as common
When Nanny ruler does the thinking and pays for laze and leisure

What left to  do for Vacuous Insipid
Can one without a spine much less a reasoning dome
Know what confidence, self-assurance  and self esteem means
Will vile buggerers know that Alphas without confusion are living
Proud in their Maleness  staunch in belief that only Eves dost enter
Nowt else ordained in their mind or body by their deities and God

Does the simple mind of the Insipid thinks
A deviance of raggle-taggle malcontents and retrograde libertines
Can alter persona forged in granite and schooled by pious sages
A form made in harmony and bred in reverent chambers unsoiled
Never the spawn of harried union bestowed to welfare tolls taxes
Full of putrid angst and foul manner, foul thoughts and foul deeds.

How then can Insipid with nothing but a skull
Ever live and stand untroubled in Dignity Light and Grace
Ever possess the stoicism of the brave or the discipline of spartan
What is self-respect and valour to one born to be a faceless coward
A puppet without a mind is only as good as the strings that pulls
Thus he sees others as himself and believes we are all in sameness
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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