Jack Spratt

humiliated daily my peeks beneath the skirts of circus tents adoring elephants milling in herds captivity not fit to sweep up after them In Times parade My sword wanting smelting in the passion of their hammer and anvil forged perchance to be a plow shear through Illinois rich black glacial earth deposited now covered by the cancer of humanity spawn Mc Mansions adorn the soil previous scraped to naked clay and sold back the sucker's assemblage

What once was fertile soil now barren unlike my fertile gardens of endless quotes rolling over hill and dale beyond the horizon infinity immortal measured and treasured no shelter for grass farmers or the farmers of us for profit.

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At such times as this idle from my creative thoughts I fall into hell wondering when & how & by what methods I'd dismember Stephen E. Spratt, my baby brother. Never bored with his screams or sighs the various and many ways I'd resurrect him to begin again. the pleasure of my full pallet of torment for his Theft of my & Janina's inheritance. The erstwhile Commander Chuck E. Cheese named that long before he sodomized me out of twenty four years slave labor for dad, the man whose genes we share polluted by his porcine hoarding mother DAR Queen and boring a wheat paste goody-two-shoe-bitch.

In my wildest imaging after her naked mowing his four acre estate in Maine with her mouth a hose inserted in her posterior a fountain of water ejaculating from her mouth. And Mr. & Mrs. America GLOAT AND SMIRK, Inc. laughing eating my lunch.

No

i'm not nice. Not at all. Since i delight specifically when wondering what's for lunch his eating me raw.

But then I realize I've imagined the same destruction as has been given all of us by the evil family Bush their minions especially Dick Cheney. Of one and all I better entertain making toilet replicas and rented to truckers and thirteen year old prostitute slaves of pimps for delectation and entertainment use.

Surely I jest!? Not really because me thinks I describe the state of mind those who snap and shoot killing many and maiming the rest. Brother Lawrence would be ashamed of me my abuse of his menial tasks misspent. Not in meditation or prayer but simply revenge . . . for which I, at times, bridle stretched beyond control, do I pray "Now I lay me down to sleep praying my soul not to keep this Devil within me destroy by all means and measures. i am unworthy of anyone's attention lest of all The Eagle Scout who in attempting the rape of my adopted daughter called her a nigger and for that alone I'd do it all over again given the chance; caught or not. 

Beneath all the wannabe's i remain savage and primitive as the first man could have ever been. No woman has ever tamed me maybe God can?

. . . WTF no one is perfect the original sin was built in to keep life interesting and moving towards death

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