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Ye evar 'eard oda' masta' inna swamps?
   E'a man hund wid 'is hands. . .take down a gator inna fide?
Yeah ah-boy, he a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.

Issue you'a hundin' widout a ricel? You's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.

Ain't nah trapping, nor'a line, no kedjewel, or time,
  -jussa' body inna swamp you's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.        

Swimmin' inna ***-eh got skin made-o' armah,
  -inna mud, inna grasses, eh-no teachin' it in classes,
strike wid juss a knife inna hand he's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.

Issue you'a hundin' widout a ricel? You's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.

No ricel, no Glock, no light out innna night,
  -jussa' body inna swamp you's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.

If you's can **** widout a ricel you's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.
Freddie Duran Jan 2013
-I like to look at troubles and break from disasta
-It's hard at times but I know I can masta
-I feel at times they got'a leash on me but leashes can become unhooked
-So from my past I unhooked from the loop and booked
-I got ghost, I shook, and I had the mindset of'a crook
-Though I never acted out like'a hoodlum
-Potential I never saw in myself or maybe I'm too humble but either way swings the pendulum
-In more ways then one reality can shock you
-It can prove you to be the biggest foo'
-Most people sleep with the fake and despise the truth
-Everybody now and then can use a warm touch but then again a cold one will do
-Cuz it ain't fake no mo' when the truth slaps you with the obvious
-Cheek on swoll and you know it is
-Hate me or not, you know its some of the truest...
-I know cuz I was best friends with misery
-Still cry when somethin' reminds me of an old memory
-I fight it cuz I refuse to let it get the best of me
-What do you wanna know? I'm an open book
-You just gotta read between the lines on every page when you look
-Just more things to talk about
-When people doubt me, I tell 'em "You doubt me cuz you took the judgmental route"
Oculi Nov 2017
It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta
Them bustas that thinkin' they real trouble
Them ******* that tellin' me I'm but a bubble
I'm the real **** ******* don't point at me
I'm everything you and your buddies wanted to be
It's the return of the real G, ***** *****
I could straight up ****** you without the beat
I'm nothing like any of you think, I'm the danger
All you be seeing in my is just some ******* stranger
Lemme acquaint you with the las thing you'll see before you fall
******* thinking they're cool

They be thinking I'm a ******* busta
All they be seeing is I ain't a hustla
I ain't nothing but doom to you, lil *****
I ain't the one who be seeing the dirt in the ditch

I ain't Brown or André, I ain't no name in this *****
But it's still the return of the gangsta
Out here to kick yo *** back to when you had a masta'

It ain't happenin' again, ain't nothan'
No bebop ****, no big hood thangs
Just realize you outta line
Cause you ain't got a ******' dime
Bite my dolla', *****
A spiritual successor to two songs:
Outkast - The Return of the "G"
Danny Brown ft. Freddie Gibbs - The Return of Danny Brown
So yeah, it's pretty much rap.
Light camera actions
See the peeps satisfaction
Only to add subraction to
Their conscious meanwhile
I block out the nonsense
Lightin chonky fires
Create underground empires
See the Messiah
When i puff on the smoke
No choke true og bangin l o cs
Listen to my cds on the vinyl
Spinning freely
Cuz reality sees us as bids
Put that on my future kids
Who aint here yet already labelled a threat
Steady target practice
For the cops
I sharpen my mind like a cactus
Stragetize
From the moves of my enemies
Make n take
In all that ******* so i can create
A masta plan sound the band
So wars can soar n much fore
Itll last fourscore
Out of the chains leeched on my brain
Cociane still slang
In the hood govs flying in the goods
To get us caught in a bust we must
Take back our own
Cuz if not all of us will be in a funeral home

Mind of a lyricist true mystics
Is what i kick **** that slick ****
Sick.of the world **** every boy and girl
In the ghetto gettin mugged
By the police as they release
Bullets n chaos
Another body drops from the galore shots
When they could have been a somebodybut nobody
Gives us a chance only dance
With the devils surroundin my circle
I box enemies til they face purple
Chokehold wont let go so here i go
Like Mystikal spiritual i be the indiviual
Causin miracle rap oracle
Shining bright in the back lights
**** the fame i rather puff a bag of mary jane
Than a snort of ******* man
GAINFUL EMPLOYMENT QUEST

Pixar could nada pay enough
   for this trainer of apple chomping antz
so I wonder if any chance
   hello Morris the tender vittles

commercial kitty cat whisker of employment
thru contrived virtual toy story
   qua ratatouille poetic brew
could materialize into a likely chance

such outcome would generate me
   to shrek out with excitement and dance
just in case a glimmer of some prospect exists
   for this self anointed bard,

   who dislikes formality
   of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania,
   now presents technical skills,
   I wooly cotton to enhance

this chap offers poetic expression
   common in differ france
     so take a glance
to help this intuitive **** sapiens
   sharp pen mental acuity like lance

which byte size bit torrent humor
   might cause ye to soil pants
after misinterpreting mishmash
   as raven shrieking twittering rants

even part time income would buoy positive stance
subtle intent to place me as worth hiring,
   with mop pa trick sway zee
   au currant electronic charge hypnotic trance
in consideration to ad-vance.

I betcha never read a pseudo cover letter reply
   like this iambic pentameter electronic wire
from a boyish looking blood muggle father up in years
   (whose nonpareil courage

   to face Voldemort never does tire)
deux darling northern belles,
   would consider him a worthy hire
less to rake in gobs of money,

   but to satiate unquenchable hunger and thirst
   for further bits of computer
   know how to acquire
in tandem aim to present the write stuff.

This faux pas whey to ripple eye conveys an itty bitty
     raw bit size actual work experience
(from this chap, who lives (Kenye bull heave
   ~ 40 miles north
   west of the Philadelphia city) via dashing car
nonetheless, i hanker (NOT to be confused with HACKER

though offset by merely one different third letter)
   prompts the following ditty
per computer trouble (making)
   and shooting abilities

   some may ascribe as nitty gritty
on par with the secret life of Walter Mitty
whom destiny protected and took pity
meant to be silly, yet also attempt to be witty.

No matter how many miles by car
(your company might be
   within dead man walking distance)
   this opportunity would not be considered to far
hoops responding in rhyme
   being considered nada mar

gin hilly atypical to use ecumenical interest
   and technologically spar
using graphical user interface programs
   to get unstuck from virtual feathery tar.

Iambic pentameter might not constitute
   traditional genre for a debtor
no reason why my non-establishmentarianism
     cannot serve as me own mode to communicate pursuit
     as computer repair technician go getter,
which honest to goodness confession
   hopefully affects responsiveness a bit better.

This pure breed mud half blood muggle prince
bona fide seeker for challenging income
   does reckon poetic way
not necessarily follows formalities
   to reply most would readily say

why adhere to conformity,
   whereby paradigm frowns on creative hoo ray
which atypical modus operandi
   viz positive reply and job i pray
even if interest turns out to be nay
mien hometown nada abbott may
cost 'hello far west where Philadelphia lay.

The resume (quite slim as jail grub gruel –
an extended hiatus taken
   for medical reasons) shows dearth,
yet versed inducing byte size mirth
of requisite technical expertise,
   i do possess attributes well worth.

If you might allow me to boast
and blithely use rhyme without reason to coast
given cents and sense ability opportunity to eradicate
Re: exorcise any binary elusive ghost
and offer bytes of helpful information from pc host
with brio and confidence, i respond to your post.

Without further ado, i will slightly brag
to tell of ability to conduct understand dos
manage common system utilities (non passe)
   such as scan disk and defrag

installed, resolved dsl issues, performed
scan-disk and troubleshooting glitches
   such as removal of dos files, installation
and/or removal of hardware

   likewise uninstalling software,
   running registry sweeps
   in an attempt to remove bugs and errors
   mice, or roaches, that cause machine
   to cough and gag

invariably impede processes
   as downloading, sending, uploading, et cetera to lag
and if chance smiles on further consideration
like a happy pup his tail will wag.

Oh...and by the way i would accept a starting
negotiable/competitive salary as starting wage
to support this self proclaimed sage
whose role can double up
   as court jester, joker, or page

hopeful this poetic synopsis
   offers favorable gauge
in tandem enriching fount of know
   ledge valuable at any advancing age.

Y'all might think this reply balderdash and rot
which may matter Bo diddly squat
no matter i herald from royalty
   with salient strengths being prestigious Scott
butta masta Harris

Does not smoke ***** nor drink from a chamber ***
a student of the establishment he is not
yet ad foxy, hocks moxie by proxy, this poet doth got
might elicit salient characteristics similar to humanoid bot
and, oh by the way, I lived
   in montgomery county, penna for some years quite a lot.
Negra Feb 2016
I know you guys were never masta's
You don't own a plantation
Some of you don't even own a home.
But when you rock your chair
And recline to my beats
I hope you know what waters
You're treading on.
I hope you don't consume my melodies
And decline acknowledging my daughters and sons.
Because our pain is nothing to smile about.
Our grief isn't for you to swim in.
If you nod to our beats.
Make sure your ready to sink in and be an ally.
Not just another song
I have to write about
To heal my wounds.
Big Virge May 2020
MAN... What Is It With ARTISTS... ?!?
When It Comes To The Markets...
Where They... Wanna Be SEEN... !!!

SEEING Money... And Their ARTISTRY...
REACH The Peeps' Who They're TRYING To Reach...

Well There Is A PART TWO To The Q-Tip Rule... !!!!!
A LOT of Young Artists Act... STRANGELY... !!!!!
And RUN A LOT of TALK That's CRAZY... !!!!?!!!!

Masta Ace Was Right...

Some of Them Are... " alright "...
But... NOT TOO Many... !!!

Quite A Few Move... SMELLY... !!!
Cos' They're Just NOT READY …
To Talk Like... " JENNY "... !!!

ESPECIALLY When...
Other Artists Send RESPECT To Them...
And Suggest That They …
Should CONNECT And Blend...
The Styles They Have …
Like DJ's When They Use... 1210's... !!!!!

But Many Get EDGY …
When Their Peers Drop HEAVY... !!!
And Are NOT AFRAID To Collaborate... !!!!!!!!

The Question Is... WHY... ?!?
Well... MANY Are Sly...
And Are QUICK To DENY...
OTHER Talents A Try...
Because of Their FRIGHT...
of Being.... OUT SHINED.... !!!

EGO DRIVEN Minds...
Whose Jealousy... DEFINES...
Insecurities And... IMPURITIES...
In How They CHOOSE To Ride... !!!!!

LEGGY Types …
USE **** Vibes To Get To The Guys...
Who Decide WHO SHINES …
Under... " SPOTLIGHTS "... !!!!!

But Some Get PIMPED By OTHER Artists... !?!
Who USE Their LOOSENESS To Get To Producers... !!!
NO Confucius Or Stewards To STOP These ABUSERS...
******* Like HOOVERS And... Martha Stewarts... !!!!!

Until They Get CAUGHT …
Behaving Like ******... !!!!!

So I'm GLAD To Work With Dudes...
Whose Experience PROVES....
That Meeting Someone NEW...
Can Be GOOD For You... !!!

If They're GOOD At What They Do... !!!
And Their Vibe Is..... " Cool ".....

... NOT EVERYONE...
And That's The TRUTH... !!!

But ….
Staying With One Crew Is NOT Always Shrewd... !!!
Especially When As Time Transcends...............................

ARGUMENTS Bring An END …
To Something... " STRONG "... !?!
Because Some Heads Get TIED In KNOTS...
Because They're LOCKED In FEAR And DREAD... !!!

... Rather Than Common Sense... ?

The Common Sense Approach …
DOESN'T Walk Down Roads...
Where You're ALONE In ARROGANT Zones... !!!!!

Things Can Turn COLD If Your Head ROAMS...
In A Place Where ATTITUDE... IS Your Home... !!!

SAVE Your Attitude …
For Your PERFORMANCES Dude …!!!

Because When You CHOOSE …
To EXHIBIT Such Moves...
When People Make Moves …
To Work WITH YOU... ?!?

It DOESN'T Serve Well …
When Your Head SWELLS...
Because Your Mind...
Gets LOST INSIDE...

Your World of FEAR And Thoughts UNCLEAR...
NO MAN Is An ISLAND But Artists Be TRYING...
To STAND By PRIDE... WITHOUT Other Lions... !?!?!

It's AMAZING To SEE Within ARTISTRY...
The Levels of Devils Whose Mental Just REVELS...
In Being...... " UNSETTLED "...... !!!!

Because Their Heart ISN'T IN Their Art... !!!!!!
Insecurity STARTS To TEAR Heads... A P A R T...

When ART That IS... PURE...
THROWS Them OFF COURSE... !!!!!

It's REALLY NOT CLEVER …
To THINK That You're BETTER...
Or THAT You're ABOVE...
Working With Someone...

Who MIGHT HELP YOU IMPROVE... ?!?
Cos' They Bring Something NEW...
To The Table You USE...
For Your Artistry To BLOOM... !!!

TOO MANY AREN'T Schooled... !!!
So NOW... Act The FOOL... !!!

Cos' They THINK That They're COOL...
Because of A Tune With Some Youtube Views... !?!

WAKE UP And SMELL The Coffee...
And STOP Being SO COCKY... !!!!!

Look At The BIGGER PICTURE... !!!
Businesses Make FIGURES...
Through PARTNERSHIPS That TRIGGER...

BIGGER And... BETTER Things... !!!!!

INSTEAD of... "Limiting"...
Themselves To STUPID THINKING...
That Leaves Their BUSINESS...

.............. SINKing............. !!!!!!

To Me Art Should Be...
Like GROWING Trees BRANCHING OUT.....
NOT STUCK In Mud That DRAGS It... down...

Some Artists NEED To THINK... BEFORE...
BURNING Bridges That Could... DRAW...
A Path To MORE Than What They HOARD... !!!

NO MONOPOLY... OWNS MY BOARD... !!!

Creating... PROPERLY...
IS The LAW That I STAND FOR...
And THAT'S For SURE... !!!!!

I'll Collab' With ANYONE …
Whose BASS Lines THUMP... !!!
But DON'T Play DUMB …
Cos' Neo AIN'T The ONLY ONE... !!!!!

I'm One of MANY Whose Flows ROCK STEADY...
But KNOW I'm HEAVY So... DON'T DO Petty... !!!

But RIGHT Now SEE That TOO MANY Are SMELLY...
And Acting Like... They're HOT ALREADY... ?!!!?
When What They Have Are UNSETTLED Bellies... !!!!!

Ya See Artistry DIES...
When CREATIVE Minds CHOOSE To COLLIDE...
INSTEAD of Ride The Wave... TOGETHER... !!!
I'm A... DIFFERENT Kind of Fella... !!!
NO Bending Spoons Like... URI GELLAR... !!!

I Believe In STELLAR Artistry... !!!
So That Folks Can See How UNITY...
Can Breed STRONG Teams Where Artists FEED... !!!

So We ALL Can EAT Rather Than COMPETE... !!!
To SEE Artistry Be What We... DEFEAT... ?!?

Because of These *****... !!!
... Now CLAIMING To Be...

The HARDEST And SMARTEST... !!!!!

Instead of Just Being Cool...
Just Like … THE BEST …

…………… ARTISTS ……………
Artists Really Can be ...
A Very Strange Breed ?!?
Wynken Blynken and Nod???
(ah...oh methinks this pissant pooch woof lee
barked up the wrong tree –
reed don my mongrel friend)

This poetic endeavor doth not boast nor brag
to take digs on front page
     headline grabbing news, nonetheless dag
nab bit significant dysfunction prevails
     when ****** energy
     does shutterfly like a black flag
without rapid eye movement,
     this lix spittle chap

     feels like an old hag
whereat every friggin bone (er)
     in this straggly,mangy, and creaky ship
     of state feels like jag
head shards piercing thine flesh
     with pronounced jet lag
and reacts with
     the slightest provocation

     like a curmudgeonly
     cranky compromised nag,
yet, this muttering mouth foaming
     flea bitten doggone chow barker
     bows down in (toto) obeisance
     (like an obedient Dachshund)
     tail wagging, trump petting,

     and snout sniffing out provenance
     on par with the smell of new sofa despite
     fur vent angry ma
     stiff masta paws zing
aghast at dog eared, glom haired,
     and icky stained new furniture,
     how petty, versus slumber
     lest awakening the Cerberus within,
     hence faux long enough

to excel as the top notch mix breed
     boxer golden retriever terrier
    male delivery postbag
(as taught at canine obedient school)
upon spilling contents,
     the bulk of printed material

     detailing importance,
     sans letting sleeping
     Canis lupus familiaris lye undisturbed,
     especially after a bath
     when pooch resembles
     a limp dish rag
all apropos hot (gravy trained) relevant
     topics for instance,

     when feeling sleep deprived
     detailing how to shepherd
     and summon the snoop doggy dog
     inchoate hounding gnarly
     Marley elusive dream
     fostering feigning fearsome nightmare
     asper getting lost without a name tag.
Rob-bigfoot Dec 2020
Munching my Big Mac, I mused, whilst adjusting my thong,
Was Flora MacDonald a daughter, perhaps Ronald a brother?
Busily rowing and singing the Skye Boat Song,
Is this the origin of the Drive-Thru? as ketchup I smother,
Poor Bonnie Prince Charlie, only a tiny army he brought along,
His seed he did naughtily scatter, sod the crown! too much bother!

So, tout-de-suite, legged it back to France,
Then expresso to Italy, as pasta-masta, bathed in a vat of sauce,
And led poor wife Princess Louise a merry dance,
Badly afflicted with wandering hands, showing no remorse,
His behaviour was shocking, tut-tutting the Pope looked askance,
Formed a sub-committee, tasked with strict morals to enforce

Laying on his deathbed, he tearfully imagined a whispered refrain,

Will ye no’ come back again?
Will ye no’ come back again?
Better lo’ed ye canna be,
Will ye no’ come back again?

(This chorus Carolina Baroness Nairne)

© Robert Porteus
Another bit of silliness! Well why not it's Friday?
Big Virge Mar 2020
These Days It Seems ... " EXPOSURE And SHAME " ...
Seem To Be The Themes By Which Most Now Play …

Playing The Game of Lying Away … !!!
About Who They Are ... In Their World of FARCE … !!!!!

When It Comes To The Brothas' …
It Seems To Be That These Words Get … "Smothered" … !!!

"Who Jah Bless No Man Curse … !!!
Why Ya Wanna Hurt Your Brother First … ?"

Over What … A Piece of White Skirt ... !?!
When You Seem To Be On ... "Black people were first " ... ?!?

Sometimes I REALLY Feel To CURSE …. !!!
When Brothers EXPOSE How They REALLY Roll … !!!

But Enough About Them And All Their NONSENSE … !!!

Exposure For Most Can Cut TOO CLOSE ... !!!
To The TRUTH They Deny Behind Their Lies …

Like Claiming You're Single In Online Profiles …
When ... ***** Calls Signal …
The Lies Behind What Online You Hide …

If You Think I'm Wrong …
Just Check Out The Movie …

..... " Tall Hot Blonde !!! " …..

So Many EXPOSE Flaws In Their Soul … !!!
That It's Hard To Believe Much That We Now See …. !!!!!

And What's ... Presented To Ears …
That People Now … " HEAR " … !!!

" I would NEVER hurt you !!! " .........

Is A Line That's Used By The Kind of Dudes ...
Whose Moves …. AREN'T COOL .… !!!!!

Like IGNORANT FOOLS Who Seem To Confuse … ?!?
Your Saying NO ... As Some Kind of Joke …

I've Met So Many Now …
In My Life Who Live … " FOUL " ... !!!!!!

That I'm Now Inclined ...
To AVOID ... Their Vibe … !!!

Cos' It NEVER Feels Right …
To Be Around The Energies …
They Choose To Stand by … !!!

Like ******* On Your Chi …
Because Theirs' … CAN'T Provide …

A Way For Them To Just ACCEPT …
That When They Meet … Energies COLLIDE ... !!!!!

So They Try To ... "SQUEEZE" ...
What They ... CLEARLY SEE …

Spirits And Souls ... That Are TRULY FREE … !!!!!

So Sometimes Man ... Need To Stand ALONE …
And DISMISS Gangs of Cliques With … " CLONES " … !!!!!!

Who ... AREN'T Your Friends … !!!!!
Exposure ENDS All Their Pretence.
And Defends Against Those IRRATIONAL Heads …
Who Talk of Respect But Prefer VIOLENCE … !!!

Well …..

So They Say From ..................................................... FAR AWAY ... !?!
It Seems That They're AFRAID To Say Things ... Face To Face … !!!

Now … Why Would That Be … ?
If They REALLY Believe They've Been DISRESPECTED … !!?!!

Cos' Their Mind's Been INFECTED …..
With … SO MANY LIES … !!!!!!

That When TRUTH Inflicts Them … !!!
They ….......................................... RUN And Confide …
To Those With Convictions ... That Aren't Water Tight … !!!!!

Many Are … " Artists " …
Who Think They're The HARDEST … !!!!!!

Until They Feel ... " REAL " …
From … Wordsmiths of STEEL  … !!!!!

The Type That REVEALS … !!!
In Fact YES … EXPOSES … !!!!

That Their Daily Meal ….
Is BOGUS And Closest To Food That's ATROCIOUS … !!!!!!!!!!!!

They Should Know That It's HOPELESS To Start Giving Notice …

That They're Gonna Pull Some Violent Moves .... !!!!!
When It Comes To These Pranksters And ARTISTIC Gangsters ...

Masta Ace Said It … BEST … !!!

"I do like A FEW of these rappers, NOT MANY !"

Cos' Their Mental's ... UnStEAdy ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And CAN'T Stand The TEST
of TRUTH That EXPOSES ...
Their LACK of TRUE DEPTH … !!!!!

Which Is Why Simple Truth …
KEEPS HURTING Their Heads … !!!!!

I DON'T Deal In Threats … !!!
It Doesn't Make Sense … !?!

When Still Our Black Children Are KILLING Each Other …
So Who Is The VILLAIN And Who Is The … " Brother " … ???

Exposure Uncovers The PAINFUL TRUTH … !!!

From Mothers To Colours That Give LIVING PROOF …
of The NEED To Set Quotas On These Human Cobras … !!!!!!

Who Show NO COMPOSURE …..

When Facing …..

..... " EXPOSURE " …..
It's not something that everybody is so comfortable with, when it comes to who they truly be, and how they truly move ......
I woke up to an early morning no yawning
See the dawning of my death spawning
Roses thrown by the poses of a casket
There i lay a beautiful display wish
I could break away but now I got something to say
From both sides of the world diamonds to pearls
Snow White drinks til my stomachs pink
Hands sitting over the sink as i think
Of ways to make pays but hate paves negativity to stay so
sways
My evil twin barking
again
through heavenly sins
I'm reliving old testaments hesitance
Being thrown skulls and bones fly drones
Stance tryna advoid the devils dance
But most wanna chance rolling dice in hands
Garlic could blow away energy vampires desire
Tap these metal flyers black Messiah
Raising my conscious higher pinching like a plier fires
My universal thoughts most love to be caught
Up under the delays of pains stays
Habitual rituals got em going animals
Eatin' geranimals writing wicked *** materials
More kills than a serial milkin' imperials
English to dutch i throw in a clutch dont get touched
Hit with such a force you couldn't do much
Just bow down iron fist chrome and brown
A million and 1 rounds versus infinite you to me
Is like the hulk to a baby battling against ******
Flash the lightning rod black as the space god
I aint dead i just took a nap instead red
All over enemies possibility swift agility
Masta kills bullet cap accuracy legacy
Who better than me my raps biggie dials like Reggie
Yo know docs the name sock the game
They thought I was dead but ill be back again
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2020
love, at best, is something to be made into
an ideal: with the help of memory,
or rather: love should only be given the
theatre of memory -
it can never become this platonic hierarchy
of madness associated:
lovers come first, poets come second,
prophets come third...
i have grown to appreciate love...
i managed to invest an idealism in it...
experienced its empirical default:
i.e. at fault... and left with...
a a cinema of memories...
minute details of perfection that will
never be, or will ever be replicated...
i'm not a woman, after all...
widower swan that i am...
i loved once... and that once is no longer
a future... or a today...
a tomorrow... love has passed me
and it remains in the past...
perhaps that's why i cling to german
idealism and nothing associated
with: well... perhaps the tender licking
of french existentialism:
but not islander... nothing english focused...
nothing isiolationist...
nothing: quick to the mob!
slow on the individual harangue!
i see violins succumb to the congregation
of sparrows...
i see drums echoing and bellowing
from disgruntled indigestion
like tectonic shifts...
and the sly barons of base...
pacing out a subtle rhythm section
that's half-wit-air and half-borrowed
time of the earth's composition in
the symphony of geology...
and all that is, or ever will be beautiful...
will never be the married man...
or will ever be:
the woman who has met being served her
whim to... all that she wasn't required...
was be ugly and write a book...
perhaps a poem would have sufficed...
"ugly"? as in: unappealing
to the majority of the digest (i.e. readers)...
alternatively?
there was that ms. amber and ginger ale...
ginger ale? we've run out...
what's the alternative?
lemonade!
well then, we'll be having our ms. amber
whiskers and lemonade upon
a chance hoisin plum (not prune)
sunset... and of all those sunsets prior
to this being written...
and those genesis sunrises...
i still only feel in love with
the thunderstorms... the plush pulp
of those snow-ridden-bulge-weight of clouds...
the atari-purple signatures...
current retro-wave-80s pop & disco...

the sunrise with a fishing trip with
my grandfather...
the 5am wake up call to sight-see
Cracow...
and never, ever, ever, visit any of
the concentration camps...
i guessed he was wrong...
i subsequently praised the hebrew...
i smoked a cigarette...
and used my hand as an ash-tray...
after i finished the cigarette...
and licked the cusp...
i had enough ash on my tongue...
to later signature the deed
unlike some eucharist *******-yourself
silly in Tel Aviv...
licked the ash...
shot of ***** to signature the new
eucharist...

because i'll be ****** if i'm not already
****** that germany...
is something that only **** germany is allowed
to persist for!
15th century medieval songs!
i'm tired of juggling both elvis and ****
germany... i'm tired of this anglophile gloating...
i'm tired of juggling both
jefferson airplane and... **** germany...
i'm tired of: it!
i'm so tired that i wonder why my handmaidens
of "my people's party" never figured a way
out a handsome past always
banging on about the reperations intended
from germany
or the russian war guilt et al...
look!
the jews received their war reperations...
some jews still receive it to this day!

i'm langing... tired of the 20th century...
the 20th century is a paradox in that...
the good is overshadowed by the bad...
the 21st century is becoming a welcome break...
implying that: some of us will be allowed
to explore tongue and tongue in cheek...
but not really...
it's not like some stupendous Stendhal will
be: brisk and loitering!

i'm tired of the 20th century...
not it a way that will be a tiredness associated
with midnight in paris and a reminiscene
of paris with hemingway...
f . s. fitzgerland: always...
always: the never too great a gatsby...
if you're going to write a novella...
marquis de sade's: ******...

to have not inherited the 20th century...
to have been born in 1986...
but to only have... two focus points
that are to be borrowed from that century?
****** was an Austrian...
Stalin was a Georgian...
"thank ****" that Mao wasn't a Mongol!
it's also called the habsburg-heimlich:
subversion...

currently? turkey-fodder-bulimic-eating-disorder:
shove those ******* piles of dough
where they should come out of!
savvy?
20th century and the most democratic
history lesson in all of time...
so many people to keep a ref. of...
no wonder the mirror escapism is:
being relegated to an instagram profile...
nonetheless: of this i am certain...
this is no formal language usage...
and if, even if this is given an informal
language use-status?
it's not going to be used...
not outside the cerebral domain...
not outside the shy constricts...

not when rap is waging "war" on...
what could otherwise be said with the same
sense of importance but no necessity to exhibit
bombast to attract an audience...
i'm tired of the 20th century because...
well... since 2001...
there might have been a war in iraq...
there might have been a war in the graveyard
of nations: afghanistan...
but there's only been...
pepper bind bidding of a life in London...
as there's an irrelevant south London Croydon...

there has been a history but...
outside of the rubric of learning...
there's this... god-awful journalistic amnesia!
journalism as a "history" is no history
to begin with...
why even Aristotle or Copernicus or...
Li Bai are remotely used as memory-jolts...

i guess some pursuits just come with
a prerequisite of temporal territory:
since they are not appreciated
by a contemporary presence...

poets, philosophers, pickle-farmers...
as i could have been the best plumber
of a generation and i would never require...
a lag of praise...
perhaps i don't need that either: right now...
but there's always a "post-mortem hindsight
conundrum"...

given, chances are...
there will be someone akin to me...
a necromancer...
who has a lovely library of books...
that outstrips the wealth of a local library...
but... all the writers in the collection
are dead...
and every time he reads a book...
he's resurrecting someone from:
"sleep"...

why don't i own books by my contemporaries?
the newspaper review sections
come saturday and sundway are filled!
filled to the brimful! with living people
reading books by living authors!
perhaps i am of the lower caste...
the Aghori...

contigent of the categorical impetus for:
what is required as a measurement...
what is required of "filling the void"...
also the H is a surd in this Raj of an: afternoon tea...

but as one is best equipped...
i'm waiting for the coinage... Charlie III
on the sly copper flip...
and the newly insurrected banknote plasta-masta...
since Lizzy Shingles 2nd-ture will be outs...
and outed...
but no no...
of course all the glamour of:
when the frost settles and you take a walk...
the frost on concrete...
is like paparazzi flashes of eager cameras...
but there's no red carpet...

like craps blinking come the midnight
harvest in the north sea...
lazy god examples... Zeus, Poseidon...
always eager-fucky-fucky-adventurers...
of the shallow **** of: begone tomorrow!

come the 3rd hour of the morning...
i'm still scribbling like a chicken is cought scratching...
if only, i, a variation of a butterfly...
and... concerns for...
concerns for... fashion...
and the agriculture of leisure having
to allow a yacht to plough the seas...
where the horse?! where the earth?!
where the ******* potato...
among the popping bottle of prosecco?!
where, is, d'ah... *******...
sun-tan... oiled up fwench hoh-nion soup-ah?!

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