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Carson Bell Sep 2011
there It is
as big as Goliath
It stands, monstrous and menacing
waiting for the chance to strike
at those unfortunate enough to cross Its path
It watches my eyes as i look for an exit
It's as dark as the days without sun
It slithers like the Serpent from the garden
i see my chance and run. run so fast and away from this beast
that lizard was no match for me and my sligshot.
Mateuš Conrad Mar 2019
i was trying to find this one song...
on: odsluchane.eu.,

the song i was actually
looking for was

Patryk Kumor -
              Hooligan


so i just typed in:
the latter (hooligan)...

what popped up?

     Bujak -
        HUSARIA
...

right...
   white rap doesn't
exist...
           welcome to:
the "ghetto"...

     if i could almost
relate...
   sure, going to the gym
was fun...

by then, back where,
my acquired tongue
would be less proud
of and more:
  ****-wet
     and:
    rhapsody of:
in a society
with no police
agreed upon:
  as along
as everyone deals
with the cul de sac
    a priori
   of: per se etiquette /
aesthetic...
omega prone
utopian catwalk
aenemic angels...
of nice just
plain nice...
    sure...

the cul de sac of
a posteriori
and a god and
the burning lake
and the burrowing
into a plateau of
boredom
and the readily
agitated
         fakes
of ostrichs' bravery
should they
not be confined
to digging to china
or timing-out
from the coal-mines
faking
       nerves:
up-one-on-top
via a moles' ***...

- if only...
people readily listened
to people who didn't
take to rhyming...
rhyming but not
playing the drum-kit...
being too spastic-fantastic
armed with
two left-arms
   and...
a sense of rhyme
and rhythm
like someone playing
a ******* flute...

nazis and their intelligent
argument,
solved by either
muscles,
   being endowed
with a transcendent
karma sutra phallus...
and all mind: a sponge
of fat...
waiting for
killer protein alzheimer's...
that turn cannibal
on the sponge...

always ready,
always a boxing ring...
tiresome draft
into a war...
of ideas...
armed with as little
as rhymes,
and as little
          as a stick,
throw a stone,
perhaps a sligshot,
but certainly a tooth-brush,
dental floss
and a toothpick...
perhaps even with
a pair of shoelaces...
     maybe,
           a cake and a happy
birthday sing-along crowd...
a pillow...
a tie...
shoe polish,
spare change for
       a homeless man...
an apple to beat Eve
at it: because Eden didn't
ever and only ever
happen once...

but what i did find?
     Bujak -
        HUSARIA


well... here's me being
unable to relate to black rap...
black culture...
   the plight of the precursor
within the confines
of the I.R.A...

in a time of
the only kind of war
being a proxy war...
and...
   by then, by now...
that even known as
the holocaust...
would probably
revive itself as...
simply...
                    collateral...
hell...
wouldn't you think so?
isn't the holocaust
collateral
    in memory
of the big picture
of the second world war?

see... i can't be a holocaust
denier...
   but...
  i think that the holocaust
was... collateral...
given the number
of the russians that died,
the germans that died,
the american that died...
etc. etc.

thank you:
for the
'something pledged as
security for repayment of a loan'
which...
if you listen to any lawyer
could actually imply:

  the jews will remember...
even if your people
will forget...
  something... pledged as
security for
the reinvolvement in
past events.
   like: we will never seem
to forget...

   sure...
no wonder...
  if the holocaust is collateral...
then why wouldn't
all wars,
   subsequently stemming
from the grand collateral,
be not deemed proxy?
sorry...
   by default...
  a proxy war is not allowed
a collateral class
or there posit (per se,
or via an ascription
              to a people) / "event"...

on repeat, on repeat:
until it becomes a military drill...
for a parade...
         on the red sq.,
  modern wars are all proxy...
because...
   even by comparison...
the armenian genocide...
is... not exactly collateral...
but...
   the holocaust: has to be...
             the holocaust is the ultimate
loan on memory...
yet a memory...
   that those who suffered
the biggest losses...
became so *******
at the cut-off point not being
established...
that... well...
   no wonder so many subsequent
proxy wars were stage...
and by that:
   colleteral
    is not a chance byproduct
target, akin to the "new" civilian.
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2019
.yeah... and all i'm armed with is a U2 song from a batman movie, a teaspoon and a cat, which i rub its nose with to let it fall asleep, and the antithesis of the h'american export of: see, but don't touch type of brothel ownership, counter measure *******, thepatriotnurse... i am well aware of using a sligshot, how about that? oh... and that teaspoon in putting a cat to sleep... and i also have an arsenal of hindu spices... not armed quiet enough... h'america for the casual european is like the ******* moon... it's unworkable... infeasible... it was never going to work... with me post-soviet readied outreach hound, armed with only 100 years of freedom.... and now this... "integration" into, whatever was once called, an english society.

ever see that "trick",
accomplished by a man
wielding a teaspoon,
a cat...
rubbing its nose...
a man, wielding
a teaspoon
rubbing a cat's
nose with it...
                     SA'LEM!
       - and turning on
fm classical music
radio?
        me neither...
i just ate some oven cooked
beef...
   and a hot cross bun
with the "intestines"
of a blueberry yogurt
and butter...
        while thinking
of h'america...
monaco from the top,
poland from the bottom,
some blue in between...
and some fiddly bits
worth of stars...
  god and almost almighty...
thepatrioticnurse...
   well...
once a fan of
****** with
video cameras...
           now...
     somewhat caring
for opinion...
    but just imagine...
you came a man,
with a spoon,
attempting to sooth a cat
to sleep,
by...
    eating a hot cross bun,
rubbing the cat's nose
with the spoon
in order for it to fall asleep...
  joy:
and here's to having children!

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