my favorite: tubes...
it's hardly the underground...
metropolitan line
to Amersham...
blah...
the  District line all... all
the way from Upminster
to somewhere like...
Wimbledon
or...
             Richmond...
******* south havebn sorts:
but i swear my philosophy in
the workplace poem was
deleted by peverets...

my two favorite lines:
the District and Metropolitan lines..
Millwall **** *****!
you delete
half baked poems of mine....
even the gods stomach grumbling
and the affair of snakes
and sleat doesn't bother:
the last man:
not the over-man:

               then comes the ridicule of
religion, concerning the supposed:
of man... off man...
            prayer pay me do...
you govern yourself around
a fear of me?
you're not feral enough! not in
the day in day out: parcel?
of...                 you're not ready for me:
space-time: all unwinding
and un-tydying temporal...
you think... you quest
to follow... bother me?!
                i need no applause:
no ******* allowance by
youir scrutiny of the democratic-:
yes... the hyphen attache is without
the acute diacritical e:
because lingo of science is
lost among the AI...
you, simpleton, psychology: psy-
op: pusher framework
of a would be human!
dim: to the wit: no...
       oh: i'm pretty sure we'll
be able to salvage your egoism
in a scrapheap: somehow.

p.s. two of my poems
went missing... let's **** enough
people to justify the blind
arrogance of
how information is passed down
anti-genetically.

judo *******! whoever...
not prescribing attention seeking-*******
not my readership that
ship about to sink with
the clutter and rat squirms
#quick quick quick!