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Homme Un
Il me regarde et il me ment
Je me sens comme une enfant devant une vitrine de mensonges
Il me sourit, me noit lorsque je plonge
Je rêve d'une bouffée d'air
Mais je ne respire que l'alcool de ton haleine
Je cours mais ne m'éloigne guère

Homme Deux
Me fait me sentir belle
Tout comme les trois autres femmes
Qu'il voit chaque semaine
Je ferme les yeux pour ne pas voir
Mon reflect douloureux, triste dans un miroir
Il oublit de m'appeler le soir, ne préviens pas qu'il rentre ****
Après tout je ne suis que trophée numéro deux,
Je n'ais pas de valeur dans tes yeux

Homme Trois
M'emmène en vacances
Il prépare quelque chose, je pense
**** de moi la pensée d'un rêve différent
Je vis ma vis à chaque instant
Tourne la tête quand il comtemple
L'écran de sont téléphone avec passion,
J'évite, je m'invente des raisons
Il ne peut pas partir, ne peut pas s'en aller
Je n'ai même pas eu le temps d'arrêter de l'aimer

Homme Quatre
N'aura aucune chance
De rentrer dans la danse
Je me suis fais blessée trop de fois pour compter
Je ne survivrais pas une quatrième calamité
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2020
and the next best bit of rhode island
'ebrew says while also dancing the
sinking-boat dance:
joe-joe-or-e'bootleg:
downer... **** 'em owners of:
da stream...
row row moscow f.c.?
united arab emirates...
washington d.c. valkyries pepe please go-go?!
come on! sink a boat, once twice
but thrice the proper...
as says it: i's is alright: says
poor charlie bronson...
az iz?! aye?!
yez aye or, az is nye!
az iz: that wilderness pocket
woo knife... az iz? eh?
proper plumber plonking az woz, eh?
the gayz woz all that came for
the woz the wortz of...
zee show 'n' tell and blitz me darlin'
oh lo' and hopes us:
up...
call 'em sweet soup tease 16...
a pederast's noit-mare...
or... 16: a casual mrs...
a john sweet magna carta 14...
or some ugly bit to minor the mind...

the defendant's plea? guilty: as R E...
charged... you plea a letter dear...
it has the sound of...
a ******* Symphony!
a beethoven's "5th"!
sounds... subliminal!
almost ****-khan and citizen Patel esque
pwetty: priti... god forgive me
the muse of Priya!
you miser?
i ask: you miser via...
d'you ******* mind being
excavated as: knot wit 'ere no shire near, 'ere?!

now i know why i shouldn't
have ever written poetry: "to begin" with...
i started with Bukowski...
forgive and forget somehow,
what?

i welcome: Broadmoor's...
"humble" beginnings...
i can almost see it...
as an antithesis of being "unemployed"...
imagine the good that could
benefit a "society"
being... the oscar winning role...
blah... or model...
for... the cantonese catatonic...
the sane "contra" the "insane"...
and how many "fakers" would...
give these... respectable...
law abiding... residents of society...
their humble pork-pie and crumble...
their insane... law-figurative...
misfit... says who?

what prison: if no current prison that abides
by the currency of the crown;
that's... leisure...
of the commonly held accounts of:
society - Thailand...
society - England...
transparency of whishy-washy...
and yet...
i am...           warden... scoop...
the scuttling fisher-bone and the lesser
i.q. of a sparrow that...
will always come around as...
the spider-jingles of weaving a web...
and...
and i don't like being
treated as an predictable...
by people less intelligent than me...

sorry.

it's like... a rash... an eczema...
the more stupid people i encounter...
the more chances of an eczema appearing
on my body... in dalmation patches...
hightens...
sorry...
that's when i comatose...
what, the, ****, is, there, to, talk, about?!

some weekend whoops and ****?
the usual weekend stipend of confiscated affairs?
lucky for me...
published outside of broadmoor...
lucky for me to still have a mother,
a father...
i almost don't know what would be of me...
had i not read any harry potter...
and... allowed myself to not be...
outside the general confines of an autobiography...
with a father and mother: "prescribed"
as dead...
what's that? girl interrupted?!
or a michael myers sing-along crescendo?

love be true in a single sentence...
i'd sooner **** a man
than hurt an animal....
i'd rather pet a cat... or a dog...
than father a child.

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