that, in a nutshell,

the debaters think my brain does not contain me,

they assume ai ai ai am imagined by a non verbal brain,

with no reason, come on,
really,
they have degrees in chosen fields that prove fate.

Sci used right, they think the comptroller in my gut,
has no means of intending to empower me

with whatever I feed it, to the best of my ability,

gigo. gogo got it fectul effing affection, love it. So simple.

sponsor my responsibility with a moral from a story

choose the good, flush the evil. Flushing being a process

our bodies seem to know how to perform.

exercise in godliness,
imagine you are the good god who holds evil knowns

in idle never functional states for steering out of bumps,

moguls, ah, I know how this works,

--- stuka's siren, fear, fear fear death, fear destruction

Not here.
--- the sound, we can hear it if we ever heard it,
--- remember the sirens in Anne Frank's diary?

--- wah waah wah waah wah waah

linkup:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2864102/on-the-battle-field-after-all/

been and done, son. This
current situation has been history, scientifically, for

a while, cosmostication time wise, which does this trick,
stretch truth so thin,

you can begin to make something,

out of next. Cool, right? Good genug for governin' werxs?

Leave us went, the future is bright and, we have a sunset scheduled
in Pine Valley.