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You look like a Stiff,

high on stilts.

A prize cock.


I fixed upon the back of yr neck,

as you sat upright

at the dining table,

and thought:


Last night I brought you back

from the dead, you wanker.

I know,


I know: you’re wired

to think right

ahead, apply



to human situations.

Not quite Utilitarian:


learn 1st to figure

the Self 1 Unit

among many.


Oct 2016

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