Notice how I sit bleeding on the keyboard
like a confessional, where the priest desists
from pronunciation, only listens. But there are
others who are listening with their ears to the
blackbox of my phalanx for a telling intervention! Who is
patient in cumbersome judgement these days(?), when we
all have a flotsam opinion in dissection of entrails!
And they think they have the right to make
me sit beside a shrink, and listen to their
cock and bull intimidations. I am no cheerleader
for leaders/ politicians. They are sham-rock,
precisely where I don’t want to build my
citadels, unlike the rest of you. I sought out even
the welfare payment office, who refused to hear me
out?!! And everybody’s swearing the rent is going up,
but me! What do I own to possess I ask you all? And what
can I cherish to love? I sometimes feel like a thingamajig
revolution to make you all penitent, in the discourse of
your illegitimate deliberations about me? They thought they
could offer me freedom, like dragonmeat between
two slices of claustrophobic bread. Have you forgotten the ketchup,
dearies (?) between your hasty salivations over my flesh, blood and
soul, while I intrepidly resist falling between the
carnivorous stalactites and stalagmites of your jaws!
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