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Mar 2019
when analogy
  is hyper-inflated,
and,
  metaphor...
   is like...
  "that lost
aspect of poetry"...
readied to
be settled
into an outlier,
Levi, tribe,
of theology....
shrim;ps are Norman,
oyster exotica...
palm trees,
birch trees...
        like the one time
i was banned,
for the fiction (lie)
of throwing a pint glass
across the floor...
days later i
inquired the barmaid...
shopping in a turkish shop...
'are you, em, o.k.?'
let's forget the reply...
i can ride a horse,
but i can't ride a car...
again, sorry,
i didn't hear that..
i can ride a horse,
            but i can't ride a car....
contra argument:
yeah...
  can i get the horse back
and...
you better forget i ever
played video games?
                  give me a horse:
giddie-up sonny...
give me a car...
i'd be like... huh?
what?!
do i look like a *******
bus-driver
                 you ******* whim?

block users: only
when intelligence doesn't
translate...
     talk talk, talk,
and then some talk...
me actually walking
into a forest at night...
no one vacant...
someone wants to
be vacant...

                    yes?
nothing...
     my brain is the perfect
chemistry crib
of the most ronin
brain invested
in a translation into
tongue, into literacy...

give me a car,
sorry, no,
i can't figure the technicality
out...
give me a horse though?
i'm ready,
what am i to gallop
against?

                    fickenesel!
i want to see
    the karotte first!
you can whip me...
all you want,
but, i want to see
the karotte, zuerst!

yes, *******?
  yeah, sorry,
ich vergessen,
       sich verbeugen:

i forgot...
                          to bow.

point being:
..................
   .....................
................

                 make me.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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