Jashmina, did you think I thought you made a pretty picture
as you sat in my enemy camps partaking in the skullduggery
of plots against me; aggressively trying to tear me apart?
Did I let myself loose in the democratic deceit of each tribe
being sodomised by a tribe of my enemy, that I should never
be the Pater Familias I am, but be a poisoned icon in the
celebration of the wicked. Nice to be part and parceled by you
into a vindictive tribulation that only laid me bare; signed by you
to be consigned to defeat! I am so stouthearted that I should
be part of the victims’ parade as well as the ludicrous revelrous charade
of treachery. I know silk from gossamer. I know crystal from
cretaceousness! I don’t trumpet it, but when will all your promises
of Paradise stop being pirated into pederasty of me? Am I so ignoble that I
deserve only treachery and torture! Am I here only to be confounded by
tragedy? Am I a willow, without weeping, to be reduced to a stump
every time it rejuvenates! I am just a God shorn off all his Kings!
No magic in this worldly malignment by the greediest most evil Man
presenting himself as an intimidating morpher (wishmaster?)! I like chameleon
colours, don’t I? Just the whore out of necessity; and be brazenly
desacredified for my integrity! Like this, Like that! I’ve never been
to America or met Trump! Should I be forcelanded on the Moon for that?
You know Saturn shares some similarity with the Sun; and so, does
Mars. And is Venus really kind? They tell me her surface is violent!
O Mother what do you reckon? Sometimes, I just feel like clamouring
to be nobody’s son! Would you think that’s rude of me? God wore the
Jester’s robe and now they are convoluting everything to make him
surrender to his own dilapidation. Is the war of his making? And whose
are the peanuts that make his income? When he simply doesn’t want any
of that pittance that magnifies his penury and prisonment!
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