all a decade, comes, as if to crystalise
All the so 'clever dick' load of lies
(film too goes with this
Reithians taking the piss...)
But rememberence, the smiley young man just a bit ago
Their word "aware" (he was good....
"even my horsey lot ..its understood
the fancy tinctures potions cures
end up piddled out or in manures
they know are......' aware'...
poison waters down from theirs..."
" but does that mean you'll be out of your lovely job soon,
and out of new shiny, likely forever chemical treated, uniform...?"
A question not necessary to ask.
As the new van, new everything...... will forever last.
Forget every single word heard
merely 1/4 decade in transit
hoping to pick up some once sane..... dot dot dot
There was always one simplest big job to do
each new Messiah,
same old words repackaged for some next ....
gushing awful Anita
who hasnt the brain to say " ehh same ole....
bet we could find something in even our archive
proves you're just on repeat, on loop
same ole chicken soup..."
meaning one actually has to be brave enough to suggest
if all those small grass roots groups
cannot think to put their own words to the test
back home, in respect of ...
well .... it's ALWAYS " we know best
what to do next"
never, there's plenty of culture already extant
points you in to all will be only ever cant
unless each and every participant
in Mister hunky-beardy's new Utopia
are nicely but firmly, peacefully, but always
held to actual, account.
and that sounds so so horrid.
All i know is that i have a pretty unlined forrid
Never mind always 8 hrs sleep every dawn a new one
As every smallest white-lie inability to be 'aware' of every single word i have ever said
about something i may DO
even if god i really cant stand you
and your armpits smell of toxic interference
never mind the fat arse hangin' out from your joggin pants
i still remember even twenty years ago nope twenty three
what was hinted as next, but never could happen,
not even because of me
but integrity does in fact mean
'awareness' of what should have been.
Cos i said it would.
In other words in an essay soon must-do. Yet another Messiah blaming even billionaires, other politicians, and assuming that some latent goodness is within, a people who have already for decades only ever really thought of what's the advantage, for them.
Now I am not a 'Marxist' ... mererly a truthist. Being billionaires are a piece of cake. But not stupid, if they saw through search or even cookie, that there's so little real resistance, even Ellie cant go out for a bike ride without the latest high fashion superexpensive saddle bags.
Indeed it often only took just a handful maybe dozen
of Levellers, or even fake legal 'activists' i pretended
on my side 2009 ... via made up emails router routed via Mi5
if they see or hear some will actually stay the course
like Jack Straw 2009, ran away crying,
one chap lying
" i have ten more coming to our march"
If they know nobody ever really means what they say as they say endless clever newthings rather than those that for thousands of years sometimes worked.
And a months later digitally hiss or even block.
I've known mini billionaires theyre always stupid
scaredy cats.
Really bothered if they think even a handful of ordinary people
see through the spin or hype or advertorial
and their 'resistence' is at least medium term and real.
Its astonishing just how quickly they throw in the towel.
Already dug their NZ bunkers with big fancy trowel.
Indeed strangely there was only ever one simple word
worked once.... even from the boozer
Solidarity...
But it mustnt be fantasy
As my fun but tragicom chronicle ...
universal i know but ... i wish there was more than me
who told the actual truth in actually true books
As the only hope for generation next is learning to peep through the microcracks in the ultimate of handmade 'artisan' mirrors
.... nobody even told them nexters that Alice's lookingone
an allegory
which means it may just be critique
of the nature, along the hairlines, of
"you are what you say you are"
and all that simplest stuff
that really was enough
to fix even the hardiest fracture
if they have the truth, by word or even picture.
which is all merely
(about 2002 wandering up past ohh yes Morelli's MAndolin next soon... " god it's so dull here....i though fin-de-ciecle decadence was meant to have ended by now..." )
dilettante decadent
infantile
As plenty of post Enlightenment jolly good tries
books films poems even (if limited in effect)
mad it crystal clear, less is more;
let go; all shit stuff even death by drowning in it, has some magical positive silver lining somewhere... as almost all heart attack survivors would eventually say... and mean.
merely, everywhere ... 'bougie' aint just some cheeky slight
"bourgeois"...
once gave the whole world a fright
which unfortunately
unless they turn 'aware' and 'me'
into one simpler word, 'metoo'
may be rather cyclical....
But nobody can it would seem ever tell a story and mean
walk the talk no matter what
because for some years at least i know i didnt
isnt hair shirt, nor any kind of martyrdom
its the first step of becoming always esteemed
even if some days or dreams
one pretends to still be interested in .... ....
But knowing no way never will one ever change
even if silent - nothing safer
and attempt the highfalutin scholarly page
or thousand
even if not even in ones own allowance
means no matter how the deck is angled
your inner even outward tango will always be in pewrfect balance
The definate end as i got loads to attempt to fill in, soon
FIRST (i have a list )
The fatman scream down his high st even if least important
The small almost impossible fix this July she didnt know about if i can find the film
ehhh.... the recording of a badgocidere....
especially if they seemingly, have links here...
and other things nothing whatsoever about this so uninteresting place
I needed to meander as merely clue to the far more edgy alive lasterplace
where they werent as good at pasting over all the fissures
And nothingness behind their admittedly less attractive, reflection
and all i know is no notes ever
(for this the very few months on my list still to 'DO')
every morn i awake
with things to DO
not this big silly mistake
and not a thought of one word to type
just photos films and other slightly arty things
so, no aforethought nor EVER battery time to think
as the ineffibles are my witness, my truthful mitigation
for the crime of being the worst slam poet ever
(inspired only by 2009 Billy
Undercover..
rather good,
(i told him Billy i never said this before to anyone rap or folk
"you are the new Bob") however
even that bloody hippo job
would have found a tad of incpongruity
crowdfunding his smiley 'tribe'
to write his next album 11 or 12ish of poetry and vibe
about the calamity of global warming
and all that ...
from a very crowdfunded, and twitterstreamed hammock in Bali,
"only place i can bed down and be in my yummy grove....
and write the songs about you love about saving birds n bees and even mangrove..
and as you know i love every flower and tree
none of which were removed to make yet more space for holidaying jerks like me"
so yes anyway in mittigation
i never have a spare electron to ever even think
how to grove up ...sex up this faecal stink
and thus hope i earn my rightly deserved reputation
as worst ever bad sick poet who ever stained this Shakespearian nation
(even if his babes were always only ever having stuff done to them
mine at least do the doing, or rather dont....)
thing is one was a liar Queen, deserving
" i cannot ever ever write even a verse to keep me out their bloody hearse"
she insisted every day!
even if straight away
ten times better than, me
thats what you call a tragedy
