Where once was light today is
not what there was lon- STOP
IT! Whu-? This
tripe, the ENDLESS
TRIPE. JUST. Stop.
WHEN do you ever
spea- Ah!
The point, you see,
is not to be
in written word mundane,
rather, we ache to reach beyond...
t'wards terror, rapture, pai-
FINE. DAMN! Let's
have it then, my dearest friend,
let's hash it out, we two-
Profanity all day you spray:
"Well, shit, what can one do?"
& "Jesus MOTHER fuck-ing Christ" &
"That DAMN'D-cantankerous shrew."
Those are th- PLEASE; just leave me BE,
don't rui- BITCH, it's TRUE!
God knows, your prose may well expose
you; therein lie frightening truths,
whereas, LAh-dee-dee,
your poetry?
That show would
never dare to
star
the
one
and
only...
you.
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