#1797 - the preciousness, my enemy

 

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the preciousness, my enemy

for wise surprise

 

we are, I am

I am, we are

 

here to offend the decorum

to rock their flimsy  

break the rule

or be broken by

 

here to head up the future

throw a question mark over all was

 

to unthrone, to take down the crown

roll heads

and tails, we’ve won

 

make circus of their sentiment

 

here to fly the ointment

to inside out the underpants

to bitter grain the jam

 

here to rattle

there and everywhere

for the good long time

to gadfly

and to roach it

fly

 

tell out truth as well

while it lasts

 

being on our own sweet system

least creatures, brightest stars

bedevil

 

to disrupt the business model

of the poetry smugglers

 

to raze to the ground, to salt the earth

dismember, disembowel

 

to trash the joint so see what’s what

to penetrate the panoply

through skull thick to the dark of heart

methinks it is no journey

 

to magic up the pudding

and that’s just why we’ve come