To be just, if I must, my words crumble to dust as they fall on the ears of the deaf. But I try to comply as those sentences die with the readers who claim them as theft.

I don’t write, though I might, to the ponderous plight of such folk who just can’t help themselves. Fuck sake! Take a break from the stance that you take and pop all my words back on the shelf.
This tirade will put paid to the problems I’ve made while extolling my words of contempt, but beware, I don’t care as I flick back my hair, as for feedback? I wouldn’t pre -empt.
So rant and be scant with the chorus you chant as my words dwindle into the dark. Just be quick and be slick, coz I’m being a prick and so far I’ve accomplished my mark.
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