Sunday, 6 September 2020

Perpending Et Al

People say it's all been written
That's a lie
A lie as black as a Mamba
As a Mamba's lamba

People say it's all been written
That's like saying it was eaten
Digested, degusted, degutted 
Then, gutted back

People say it's all been written
How could it be?
How could it bleed?
How could it lead?

We don't know
Nobody knows, cause they've got troubles
Troubles to attend, defend, debend, perpend
That's how troubles go by: perpending

Troubles go about life perpending
Pretending to perpend 
As if they cared,
As if they dared caring

That's why we don't write:
We pretend to write
To protect ourselves
Inside a gutted writing.



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