by shaun lawton
this is a narrative
told from an untrust-
worthy source, but I
ask you, in all honesty:
how much better
is your trusted source?
I thought so. Now back
to the factual approach.
You may not know me,
but I'll prove to you that
what I say is true; by the
time I finish this sentence,
which in and of itself
reflects there is a thought
to be thought of--otherwise
how could I write it out-?
-I will have shown with
refutable precision that
even the most common
thoughts of a six year old
are mere companions
to a host of boiling
imaginings, and that its those
catapulted into fortune
who get to be considered
lucky by their less well to do
brethren (when they're anything
but) that end up getting what -?
-because everyone knows
no matter which way the
wind blows, it's who you
know, don't you know-?
-and how to show your
feelings to those in the
know who know you know
they know--if you know
what I'm saying--is that
the whole point of playing
their game-? -even though
its been the same old game
since Eden came, it's like
praying, children's laughter,
like a lancing wound, or a
short disaster in a preaching
mood, there's no worse food
in terms of nutritional value,
so the thing to do is let them
laugh at you -?- I don't think
so, not where I come from, no;
so how about you look down
your street, can you tell me
where its open ends meet-?
-and please share the secret here
with the rest of us until we
dare remember that when
our priorities begin getting
way too stacked forgiveness
will dissolve them
just like that...
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