CH [Lab.]

I was neither 

born nor

accepted here:

instead what yous 

did was

misdiagnose and 

prognose, and

debilitate and

punish 

and prescribe 

and proscribe, 

and censor

and censure

and medicate

and unrelate, 

and blacklist with

smalltown so mined,

that this ever so

transverse

journey of life lost

to rankest of 

pre-

judgment manners

and graces

did result from the

mess you did cook

up so gruel.

No nuptials here

to be chopped up

in pre-legality,

where only yous

do bugger the

smallishly 

sad and weirdly

if

gnawed.  

And ultimately,

and finally,

and wrongfully,

and fuckingly,

yous imprisoned 

me out for crimes

uncommitted: yous

imprisoned me

out of the icy

idiocies of political 

fixing: and the risky 

attribution of

blamers and famers and

gamers of self-

interested

worlds, and of souls 

lost to goals unshared

with peoples crying

and shying and 

dying in your words

of a ridiculously 

criminal 

in-

ten[t]se, where 

the coming together

in one warm grouping 

place

of the grandest 

intelligence 

was but foolish 

damn tactic

to ratchet us down

with the noise

that does silence

all thought.

And the silence

of abuse does

toy with me no more.

All the same in your

dishonesty.

All the way in your

monstrosity.

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