… but support still doesn’t equal help.
The support yous propose would force me to just ameliorate
precisely the situations yous choose to impose.
So making out I need these professions, and attentions, and discussions, and debates, and strange rebates of curious financial stature,
only leads to the leaving in goddamn place of your criminal infrastructure of pain-ridden insane.
By advising me so, yous aim to maintain your hold on the levers of power
which power your fames.
By advising me so, yous uncover your true nature: a culture like no other,
biotic in name.
By advising me so, yous just want me to feel less sad;
yous want millions of people like me and my tad to leave well open and clear, by our sorry default, the future you so covet;
the future for a violence like the selves you look to see.
Don’t sell the donkey – nor hand over the monkey! – that support equals some help, a lesser of two [we]evils,
in the absence of a justice impossible.
Tell it straight; tell it clear; tell it far and near, and weird.
Tell it – finally – like it is: you make it public policy to ameliorate this hurt, so ordinary folk will permit
to go and cover, eagerly,