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Mateuš Conrad Aug 2016
by now you should have figured:
it's easier to satirise an everyday British
civilian with a radio,
than it is satirising a British politician
with a sense of rhetoric and
no Poker skills; instead viably
all cleavage with piquant punctuation,
zesty with a protruding ah...
an opera in glutton minor -
(never the colon preceding italicised
re-)
            meine land, meine land,
           die land alle meine land
           die land von Strauß -
           die land von fett walküre -
           gott ist tot: diät ist boren
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it is easier to it's easier to satirise an everyday
British  civilian with a radio,
than it is satirising a British politician
with anything than politics - as assured
with deciphering the enigma
or the British relations musicology speaking
relating to the continent with that
one favoured spy / messiah: Hændel - i.e.
the one admirer of Liszt that turned to terror tactics
and broke the pianist fingers in hope of the pianist
never wedging a Cuban cigar  between middle and index;
love is such an oddity, it can make jealous men
love by hating into a choking joke.
Do not live my life it's hot and boren
Do not wish I swing pin and Paul,
Do not wish my throat were dried from my thoughts that drown my chin,i wish I were younger to change what I have become ..a masquerade on the ledge...
Be as my binary fill with even numbers match.. for you wouldn't understand, free from a cage..catched by your eyes
I find myself in the middle of two walls, one on epifany the other on dialogue,
You bleed me dry from your work and  sweat...
I please all but myself ..now I am pleased no more ..
I clap and you dance... Strange sounds of my land
A drum on a stick with a pack of frankincense
You beg me for unbelievable understanding when thy good dispises me..
Amitu the palm wine tapper was once a farmer so you said..
I will stay quiet till I meet you that day where the scorns and chains rebel for freedom....
Tale of Araje the village girl
Daan May 2019
Afwikkelen, laten horen,
chocolade smikkelen en
daarna laten boren.
Het kraakt, buigt en breekt
als je niet op tijd
over je gevoelens spreekt.
Stigma van mentale gezondheid. Laat eens in je mond kijken.

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