No Thing Profound Nor Personal

 


Inhibit'ed        (by)

            who's       exhibit'ability       now
          tide turns to the
disfigurement
                                    that comes wit    death, here
and beyond the other places we knew so well and loved
so deeply when alive.

             when alive?             yes. Fair question.
                Fair answer may be          now,
                 but no living being can ever know
anything of the sort,
                                  sort of a phantom ejaculance
                           of no substance, no form, no concept,
                ballyhooing the big ignor'ance we carry
  in our most sullen of shitbags,
                                    aiming to make it as another
                           great show-of-shows.

So, you bring your report card home and good ol' Dad
smacks you on the back'o'thee head, and says:
            "What're you, stupid or what?"
  then gives you a dollar for all your diligence in study.

Yes, such things often happen in this niggardly uni'verse.
              Don't allow it to become a personal issue.
                                           Okay?

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