What creased white crimed brow, derision ridden machianations dared dupe such an honest man ‚such as you.
What lies corn-fed and tongues hog-tied dripped from fat tongues, salacious blasphemes phemed through gnashed teeth, waitered to your table taking care you’re served.
I am a pauper impoverished disadvantaged unfortunate youth. Who am I to you. What tall tales tamed our myopic beast, rolling slop house hogs cudding one next morsel. Are you a farmer then? And slop to pigs?
I pity your consternation
foul unplumed un fumed smoky airway choking duct conduits, foul waterworks spewed shadows and lies. Ties, black suited head talking. You don’t exist outside your box. One by one we turn you off.
I had a dream that was not a dream, and everyone has turned you off. No one is watching.