Munching pipehole
That severs like the dismal little
Parasite
Controlling ever monotonous movement
From the husk of living-minerals.
You scour the earth in your slick gel
And pompadours well and fall out like
Crybaby wisps
And the lips digress in sight – at your very horror.
Long funerals on the concrete.
Half you body lodged into the crack
Of an ever growing bridge
To a faked fugazi moment of decrepit-celebration: for attention.
Rescour your revenge arc and suddenly, Eureka!
Goes the genius that’s been aware of your imposterous scoops
And trepidation tres-pressing
On sensitive finalities and echoes to
Totality.
The Sun can Cusp and even the parasite known as
‘Broken-batter-ed-mollusk-ghoul.’ in a language of old capital
Rules and riling ransackers waiting for golden gates to break
And even some mayors win by 100 and others by a 10 or a 2-break reminder
That personal debonaire is no match for the resiliency
In that party, that just doesn’t give up.
Even those erased lines on old chalkbooks that built your education were clapped out as punishment and a fun time
By those who came ready, with pencils on their desk.
And snacks for the class in the backpack.
No Fee, necessary.
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