being asked:
   what do you
               get from your writing?
nothing much,
   excuses, i guess...

the best thing i ever
received from
a university
education?
                a t-shirt...
goes well with a light
grey hoodie,
given it's navy
"titillating" purple

like the flag of
scoot'land...

about writing,
what am i getting out
of it?
     well, certainly not
a car...
but that also
implies
     i don't have
to deal with road tax,
m.o.t.
    and...
what other benefits
of a car are...

current outrage
   over internet
censorship...
  back in 2015
i was kicked off
from wattpad...
  for a d.m. that
ended with: o.k.,
thanks, have a nice life...

how many poems were lost
from that?
too many to count...
my thoughts on
the current outrage...
    hmm?
     where was anyone
back in 2015
to help me retrieve
my work?

        nowhere...
for some time i was trying
to craft an empathy
complex,
   but, it would seem,
  there was never
one to begin with...

    internet trolls yadda yadda...
yeah...
       cordiality,
an alien concept for
the disinhibited
on the internet...
   anonimity anonymous
meetings will seem
like fun...
   it's already funny...

     it's so much fun
just thinking about it,
that it's going to be: riot
in the future...

  i figured,
no point being a little richard
about it (a **** about it)...

what i have before
me is already debilitating,
why create
    fake lynch mobs,
   stakes, burning heretics?

i'm only guessing
anonymity anonymous
is still a dark,
future vision...
     but if the current year
spells out: being a ****, online,
and not having the *****,
to reveal (at least)
portions of your true
identity?

      - but the chances are,
i will not be visited
             for what i'd call
a night of drinking,
to begin with...

              funny,
coming from an alcoholic,
i could really be a *******
           if i wanted to be one...
but i like to inhibit
the dormant potential,
rather than frivolously
attempt: comedy...

my my...
   you're talking about
people, and you're sometimes
expected to deal with
them like porcelain...
   a butcher isn't
a ravenous wolf
ripping into a canvas
                    of beef, is he?

currently, LBGTQ dogma...
well...
sure as ****
  and a sunrise
    in about 6 hours
time:
   there is no chance
for a william burroughs
or a ginsberg,
              or an o'hara
  about to sieve through
        and climb out...
    
there are sometimes,
minor, just tiny,
     problems with any given
sensibility...
   cabbage throwing kind...
pleb: myself included,
father a roofer,
me a would be roofer,
mother a housewife...
formerly a secretary
   in a metal-works complex...

one thing i don't understand
though, and i will never
get used to it...
    i just came from a former
soviet satellite...
  i come to england
and i'm like:
  what, the ****, are you doing?

there's a difference
between censorship
   and common sense courtesy...
but, it would seem,
people can forget learning
ethical, before they have
to start learning etiquette...

ethics is ******* right
about now...
  when people have not
been taught etiquette...

       why? why latch onto
an ethical "problem"
when there's something,
glaring, right in front of you,
namely etiquette.

i'll never understand
why i was kicked off wattpad
back in 2015...
oh...
   right...
       it must have something
to do with
the algorithm i put on there.

- but, (michael jackson) he he...
   it's going to look
marvelous...
  this, new...
  anonymity anonymous...
they'll turn off your internet
access to certain sites...
but they won't turn
off the electricity to your home...
here's to: sleeping under a rock
for the next five years.