Me, My-Self, and Why? (The Lazy Guy Wins Again)

 
 
 
I,
eye blind'blind eye.
 
so 'ow wee gonna rectify
this throbbing eXhibition?
 
The witnesses have all gone
home,  or maybe just away'
 
Maybe away, so far, so good, as is
said when the good be in time...
 
...with the going, with the gone
that'll raise hell 'til yr palms be red,
with a smoke of versimilitude, yet
to find a cooling water.
 
Given that no one is here anymore,
I suppose y'd be welcome to leave
of yr own accord, but no one believed
they  would send you nn
either here  
                     nor there.
 
You can no longer use The Stranglehold
'round here. One can choke up too much,
and interfere wit that thing of breath,
which we hold so dear, and holy.
 
I love being compassionate like that.
I love being like that compassion.
Built for comfort. Not built for speed.
(We'll see if comfort will ever be me).
 
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2012jan14th      dkzk.inc.       rocks&bottles 2012