(Hey Wordpress! You hypocrites, show my actual stats. Don’t harass me. FUCK OFF! I couldn’t be bothered appeasing you all or Donald Trump, because you all are so fucking afraid of Prakash Saint Paul!))
Would you want me, God,
who had the blinkers on
Or would you opt for the beast
who imposed the cloister on me?
Should I recall how you all
wished I were dead; because
I said, none of you have any gratitude?!
How you all have the stigma
of that evil one on your hands!
Where did they (the evil ones)
get their deodorants from?
There is yet no dental floss available
that can clean their hungry teeth
of plaque from flesh and blood!
And does Arabia manufacture perfume
that can take the stench of degeneration away?
Did you think I lisp because, I cannot
speak your language? My loquaciousness
has been doused in the kerosene of rapine;
Whose fires are burning from all this?
Or is it turgid waters? What is your Vogue?
You dodgy rogue! Do you think my preamble
should be gambled away in your treachery?
And that this treachery face impunity, and, in fact,
get undeserved dignity; while I face the tragedy
of everybody’s cruelty for responding to that treachery
in defiant sibilants?
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