.                    how about...
  we try...
and dangling
   a piñata on the end
of the stick, rather than
a carrot...
oh, i know it's not
exactly original...
but i'm pretty sure
the kids will like
the inversion:
where once was
the carrot,
   but now is the donkey...
oh don't worry
about the english girls
in york-shire...
last time i heard,
the pakistanis had
that covered...
what?
do i really look like
someone
who managed
to **** your m'ah-m'ah
with a harmonica?
the quest for sanity,
usually begins,
and ends,
with asking a question,
even it's:
mostly unreasonable.
HA HA!
apocalypse jockey
no. 1,
              'make sure you
tell nos. 2, 3 and 4 to take part!'
aye?!
  we go ourselves a fifth...
i'm not sure though,
the head "got in the way"...
he's either a camel jockey...
or a donkey riding
riddle;
        you take,
your chance bending
over a roulette,
chance is evens...
        no one is in favour...
unless...
   there's you,
and no reason
for the laughter,
which originates in
antisocial circumvent
  to creep up against
the socio-"apology";
       weirdos out!
weirdos in!
           what's suddenly
deemed "reverse"
about this sort of mentality?
ah...
the fathomable social security
of appearing: socially confined...
well...
             the worst life
decision i ever made was
enlisting in the university,
2nd best decision i could
have made? joined the army.
1st best decision i could
have made? joined a circus!
i just keep thinking of
the "trad." women in
this, ahem, "movement"...
and how important
home schooling is to these
women...
so... no public schooling,
and no experience of bullying?
just the extension
of the ed gein paraphrase...
just feeding on / off
the oedipus complexity
of...
              mothers being
overtly attached to their children,
esp. boys?
right...
        yeah...
that will certainly help...
     home schooling
is such an ****** infested
"riddle"...
          well, sure,
public education is not
the "answer"...
                but what these "trad."
youtube mummies to be
are advocating?
  
                do what i didn't
do...
             forget the university,
even if it's associated with
studying chemistry...
join the army... **** this *******;

or at least profile yourself
for a career in the construction
industry...
     as little of a #metoo
           worth of a movement
in that industry as...
   you'd get lumberjacks
playing the ******* piano...
    you safe bets are either the army
of...
what beats the army...
the construction industry...
              women engineers...
yes... women roofers...
bricklayers?
     then imagine me wearing
spandex and dancing
the ******* riverdance attempting
to pretend: balet.