All In Pinchin' Thee Knickety'Knack-A-Whack of Time

 
 
 
Canno re'call the only
me mo ry     that's been
left, right up'on         the
door'step     of          the
other    proctor of    the
nobility       I              may
have squandered    wit(h)
(with so much else) here, at
the candyman's hovel, now
burning like a fckn hell,
hell, hell-fire, consuming
all into an ultra-sweet
s m o k e   wafting about
the perimeters, crying for
all the crapshit spewing to
respect a few boundaries.
 
Eye hate to see the children
have to make way through (this)
unholy slip-slop stuck to their
innocent feet (and bodies, when
they fall). (One might take this
as the lamest note ever intoned,
but such shit gets set free complete
with apology, rightly, even as
renewed each dawn'o'day, in  
every pocket, of any moronic
blessing ever known.   All praises
to the Lord God you seem to be,
shuffling the cards of indemnity,
in ways we could  
never           even        heretofore
           have              suffered,
( let       alone     spread      through
               generations  )
 
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