If EveryOne Didn't Know, Who'd There Be To Blame?

Eye canno look any'more.
It's just too damn raw.
Razors on a pinched nerve.
(Bring'em back.
                     Dead or a'live).
Take'em
                out
         behind the barn, and do
what ye know needs be done.

The stockpile of misery
has a long line of pre'cedants,
all ways
             applauding the
     mockery with
     mockery,
and then just resorting
to the
          pillory (and worse),
to tighten up the perceived stray pieces.

If our lives were not so selfishly
             ( & faux secretly)
                   cruel,
we would be constant in delight,
(though having no
idear
of what to do wit Our Selfs)

(We know
                   you
                         under
                                 stand
                                           it     all ,

                                                   just like that  )


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