Sunday, 21 December 2014

Expectations of the everlasting
warrior-frog of katmandu
are not of possible
futures of parrallel universes
but of world peace in our time.

And if I had a lie to follow
from early day til end of time
you would be my terrible firework
my window into crime

Without the dance, no flat tires
would be cause for opression
and every cushioned seat would
be a sacred sanctuary

An institution for the weak of heart
the handicapped of will.
Hiding behind terms as societies most ill.

For the record, nothing here is true
unless you wish it so, it won't be that way for you.
So take of your unfatazising shackels
and throw yoruself into oblivion.

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