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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