yes, i admit to succumbing to
the keyboard crusade motif...
but... (there's no but)...
               to have made
the adrift, in assertion,
or to heave the adrift the assertive:
cul de sac of
the constipation
of thought: in mode of idea:
ploop - ego...
oh.... 'ere we go again!
                     serious novels...
infantile poetics?
yeah...
      i'm also ****-shy...................
yeah....
  i'm ****-shy.....
what?
     there was once a conformity
of shyness...
   now there's a homophobia!
'bert... hey! 'bert?
better learn 'oh to skip!

ever the haunting....
   like a....
       like a....
i really don't need
the tirade
of playing video games
translated into
retro-life narratives...
but of course...
minding me...
do...

            and i'm like some
superfeat-automated-
disappearing
readily available
    oops...

   right?
          hope those
t.v. dinners feeds...
whatever is left of you..
oh.. right...
no wait for you...
there's no "kingdom of god"
waiting...
if he be the king of kings...
then... beyond Pilate...
he is to...
take his *** down
from the peddlestool,
via Lebanon...
and tell me:
that i'm sitting
on the throne of thrones:
while
taking a ****...
with yesterday's
curry sauce,
and some rice to boil...

horrid... are your Syrian?
no...
   Serbian!  ****!
                so we welcome
back the groovy Americans
to reinterpret
the taking of Berlin over?

wait...
i am to owe the present
for the men
who's present is my history
and their never to
fathom: "past"?!

         i am to suffocate
in having to owe something
of the predecesors?
how about i owe them...
dodo avanue...
no... you are the last *******
voice, the last face
my contemporaries
will ever see...
we have perfected
existentialism...
i, neither think,
or feel, to be obliged,
to make a continued
argument...
  the world can continue...
i am inclined
to the feeling of...
being absolved from it;
since...
having to continue?
was enough guilt,
and also enough vanity
curiosity
to linger for heritage
of a past...
         i am, most inclined...
to no(t) feeling,
of being, obliged...
whatever my thinking
was or will ever be...
for the pursuit of
making...
                 rhetorical
ditto marks...
          rekindled,
kept...
                         recycled
start-ups of...
the argument...
never worth the vox...

the once dyslexic
is about to teach me the tech-savvy
narrative of the "world"
where... i answer for my
former...
hierarchy...

             good on 'ur sir...
so i tell you:
stop educating
the children,
  and hitting them back...
i was once whipped
with a belt by my mother...
glad children, will
you dive, drown, or suffer...

     Holocaust deniers?
**** me...
watching some of morning
t.v. with the likes of...

'i'd first die...
prior to...
knowing what that smiles
is worth!'

what? "clean": b.n.d.?
   shines...
like teeth, attached to...
number-plates...

...'i.t.v. morning pleb
         seeker shame t.v.':
no desired search results...
now...
i'd love to look for trash...
can't find the good-'ooker...
****!

   pleb shaming t.v. u.k....
  no...
protection...
what is that ******'s
'ed plot
of a punch's worth
of an Iberian via Ibiza
discovery?!

          me? jealous
of the "pleb"...
     i only started thinking
about ******* nuns...
before he...
and the busied Muslim
did the Wolverhampton
slurry
of a brothel's worth of
tease: little knees...

       zee pleb: do not decide
who to not pleb against...
but all the real banjo players
wake up at 9:30...
while the construction
workers wake up
at 8:00...
                            but the ******
is not on the internet...
i guess:
ridicule the wheelchair
bound makes
you... speedy gonzales
on the ******* tripod!

        - but this could never be
deemed serious "literature"...
it has no paragraph,
it has no dialogue...
                  it's...
what best entertains the exacted
depiction of the modern
life...
   solipsism at best...
  a dinner party sketch...
at its.... channel4 very (multicultural)
worst.