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Mar 2019
i was trying to find this one song...
on: odsluchane.eu.,

the song i was actually
looking for was

Patryk Kumor -
              Hooligan


so i just typed in:
the latter (hooligan)...

what popped up?

     Bujak -
        HUSARIA
...

right...
   white rap doesn't
exist...
           welcome to:
the "ghetto"...

     if i could almost
relate...
   sure, going to the gym
was fun...

by then, back where,
my acquired tongue
would be less proud
of and more:
  ****-wet
     and:
    rhapsody of:
in a society
with no police
agreed upon:
  as along
as everyone deals
with the cul de sac
    a priori
   of: per se etiquette /
aesthetic...
omega prone
utopian catwalk
aenemic angels...
of nice just
plain nice...
    sure...

the cul de sac of
a posteriori
and a god and
the burning lake
and the burrowing
into a plateau of
boredom
and the readily
agitated
         fakes
of ostrichs' bravery
should they
not be confined
to digging to china
or timing-out
from the coal-mines
faking
       nerves:
up-one-on-top
via a moles' ***...

- if only...
people readily listened
to people who didn't
take to rhyming...
rhyming but not
playing the drum-kit...
being too spastic-fantastic
armed with
two left-arms
   and...
a sense of rhyme
and rhythm
like someone playing
a ******* flute...

nazis and their intelligent
argument,
solved by either
muscles,
   being endowed
with a transcendent
karma sutra phallus...
and all mind: a sponge
of fat...
waiting for
killer protein alzheimer's...
that turn cannibal
on the sponge...

always ready,
always a boxing ring...
tiresome draft
into a war...
of ideas...
armed with as little
as rhymes,
and as little
          as a stick,
throw a stone,
perhaps a sligshot,
but certainly a tooth-brush,
dental floss
and a toothpick...
perhaps even with
a pair of shoelaces...
     maybe,
           a cake and a happy
birthday sing-along crowd...
a pillow...
a tie...
shoe polish,
spare change for
       a homeless man...
an apple to beat Eve
at it: because Eden didn't
ever and only ever
happen once...

but what i did find?
     Bujak -
        HUSARIA


well... here's me being
unable to relate to black rap...
black culture...
   the plight of the precursor
within the confines
of the I.R.A...

in a time of
the only kind of war
being a proxy war...
and...
   by then, by now...
that even known as
the holocaust...
would probably
revive itself as...
simply...
                    collateral...
hell...
wouldn't you think so?
isn't the holocaust
collateral
    in memory
of the big picture
of the second world war?

see... i can't be a holocaust
denier...
   but...
  i think that the holocaust
was... collateral...
given the number
of the russians that died,
the germans that died,
the american that died...
etc. etc.

thank you:
for the
'something pledged as
security for repayment of a loan'
which...
if you listen to any lawyer
could actually imply:

  the jews will remember...
even if your people
will forget...
  something... pledged as
security for
the reinvolvement in
past events.
   like: we will never seem
to forget...

   sure...
no wonder...
  if the holocaust is collateral...
then why wouldn't
all wars,
   subsequently stemming
from the grand collateral,
be not deemed proxy?
sorry...
   by default...
  a proxy war is not allowed
a collateral class
or there posit (per se,
or via an ascription
              to a people) / "event"...

on repeat, on repeat:
until it becomes a military drill...
for a parade...
         on the red sq.,
  modern wars are all proxy...
because...
   even by comparison...
the armenian genocide...
is... not exactly collateral...
but...
   the holocaust: has to be...
             the holocaust is the ultimate
loan on memory...
yet a memory...
   that those who suffered
the biggest losses...
became so *******
at the cut-off point not being
established...
that... well...
   no wonder so many subsequent
proxy wars were stage...
and by that:
   colleteral
    is not a chance byproduct
target, akin to the "new" civilian.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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