Oedipii in your face.
Your not making sense has answered the door
again. And no, it refuses to give to charity.
What a lousy bugger.
A barrel full of dimwits couldn’t
change the lightbulb by which we see.
Ay si. Sure. Cierto. Falso, recomendado.
Surely you mislead.
The world is full of misleaders.
Ceaseless concertos follow a piano
around, and ask it to give them names.
I pursue borrowed trousers around, looking
to find a home for tired legs.
A robotic mess you’ve gotten us
into, what with computers and
technology; a large sword hangs over
our beds to watches, the night for us.
In each hand a different hour.
We are made lazy by folk.
By the by, by focus
I mean by focal. Et. Al.
Ibid. I concur. All objects et cetera’d
Xeroxed queens carry
a semi-automatic scepter and abdicate.
a semi-automatic scepter and abdicate.
a semi-automatic scepter and abdicate.
a semi-automatic scepter and abdicate.
Paper out.
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