Jack Spratt

I am a lamp wick sucking fuel from all experiences 
lighting my nights curiosity whiling away the hours 
ignored enchanted the difference between genius
& celebrity, chastity celibacy or not. Celebrity a prison
captivity keeping the keeper occupied rattling keys &
stroking the bars idle expectation of something new a
truncheon beating originality to death slowly a pulp
no longer quivering indifferent death. However genius 
pushes boundaries far reaching into all that is within 
good and grotesque embracing each in turn lovingly
accepted as friend potential always since regardless
what one does it is always acceptable to a friend not
the thoughts but the doing & being between the hours
of life aflame.
Later future as in now.
I recognize the enemy self not mine by my Parental fear
inculcated at boot toes imbedded in every and each orifice
sodomized by those the Tribe of Kings, Inc. who serially &
severally sodomized them my parents broken upon the
wheel of greed. Ignorant the intent of virgin boys given
a last fling any and all virgin girls of the realm to fecundate
the fields next harvest cycle before ritual slaying the 
furrowing of their bleeding perhaps not yet dead bodies
into the ground The Kings of yore their imperial martyrdom rite
the harvest festival of Halloween to come in ghostly aberration
yet now sent all the boys and girls of the realm surrogate to slake
the greed of a realm grown too large to sustain the number of us. 

120817 23:14 lamp wick (2 & final for now)
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