Self Servant Be Thy Name

 


right/light         on       the way
                things
                        gone               tonight......(o! like a twi-light?)
goin'n'going
                      any damn way the way a horizontal
                                  f e r r i s      wheel     might defy
expectations of      whoD'fuck
       writes
                                 a bucket for death, or
                                 a sucket for precious     g
                                                                           e
                                                                           m
                                                                           s, and a one or two
                                    stratified million year insects (ooo,bugs!!).
(not t'mention ol' bugga-boo)

death death death still takes her away every day anew.
How to countenance such a bloodyfckn thing?  How?

My time might as well be done here.
(May it never be that I cast eye again on that which was "me".)


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