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Feb 2019
.             yeah...
and sharekhan with
a sinbad
are alive...
             i almost tried
dying while writing this...
with the leftovers of
bon jovi
via          the...
blatant gore of glory...
  but you know...
can't exactly learn
to ride a horse...
while at the same time
learning
to buckle-up
an... automobile...
****'s brickers on 'n
'op...
                wankers sarge...
and wankers they
'ure 'r' to 'emain!
  the 'est part of me
met the choir requirements...
the rest of me
settled fown in Vermont...
i leave the remaining
part of me
to...
          curiosity
phlegm...
and...
      tabloid...
   your knitty-gnat-part-time-son...
surname whicker scone...
******: if you're gonna
borrow:
you borrow with a face
of will and a demand
for...
     the last daft serf
bonanza i will ever
encourage myself with...
the time i will
take to safeguard
building Atlanta,
Georgia...
and you better steal
my best good-gold ******
fold
on betting...
that this ******* pile
of brick will not last into
the mid 20th century...
   betting man man...
thank god we never made
it to the Mississippi..
  ******* mud-dog
hauser!
clingy events of
the clangs of 'ew 'ork...
              bet counter via..
a ******* paddy...
  twice assured a joker
card...
thrice up on t
he king of spades...
i too bet on Boston 'ot 'urning
'een!
                      the base
of experiencing
the blaze...
            i wannah...
but at the same time...
i always want to forget
reliving the experience
of Versailles...
like, world war I and II
were...
the worst that could befall
a man...
   me?
i remember pretending to
chase,
hide & seek...
visiting Ypres...
in the trenches...
(where)
any of us were given a chance
to ****-about
chasing out our sorry-***
souls in the confines of
Versailles?
    not that i know of...

back in the east London
brothels...
you know...
it... really wasn't much...
you don't have to heave
the exhausting
jealousy
segment
of engaging in...
a "life worth living"...

little england:
big america...
       chances of me living
in that grand continet
of praise?
  nill...
     and of it,
knowing where i write
from?
equal "concern"...
           big continent
from where i'm from...
and... little country from
where i'm not to be.

i will never 'e
one over the other h'american,
as i will 'ever 'e
'un one european
to another;
so we 'ave that covered?
good!
      let's give ourselves
enough ground to
reiterate!

please, spare the children...
let us reiterate
the reindroduction
of the jew
among the arabs!
we just had ourselves
a divorce...
the children ought to know!
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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   Henry Akeru
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