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1723rd Sharpstick Stuck in an Aye

" b e tt er
� than a sharp stick in
� � � � � �thee eye, I
� � � � � � � � � � all
� � � � � � � � � �ways
� � � � � � � � � �say �"

how's'bout you,you,you? � w h a t
� � � � � � � � � � � � �is �it
� � � � �that you
always say as one should all ways be saying
� � � � � � � � � � � � � as would be said
� � � � � � � � � � for something----it it it
� � � � is indeed sad when one says but no
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � thing/

lordgod, such absence of spokenAgenda �(o,blessed
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �pinion!)-
one might doubt thee fakering of one'sOwn follyfree
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �dom
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �dome dum doom
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � dumb/dum'dee'dum/....

aye!cannot ver'i'fy nothing-for-any-thing
� � � � � � � � � � � no more nor less,
� � � (thee Reallessness'o'less-is-more)
� � � me smarts sent to that scrapyard
� � � thing where much'n'many mighty
� � � � � � � � vehicles get crunched
� � � � � � � � � crushed cubed &
� � � scent to the fires of ol'stinky
� � � � � � � � happyHell, wh'ere
� all wee oltimers gotta golf-into-death
� �(fuck! they ain't even countin strokes-
� � � � how'm I gonna win?)
� � � � � in
� a sanitized,(tho'a'bbit shit-aura'd)
splendour ----

thuslike, aye give unto wee, my (Ly)sol'id vow,
� � � � � � �& methanized airs,
� � � � � blowin sweet
� � � � � horn'ed song,
� � ignited for all the Loves
ever lost for the losing
� � � � � of th' loving �/

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