tha -inged-ing -duh-ing

in a grand mastu-r-bation
we all us all con-trivialating
in ethnicized configurations
that “it’s just all about me”
pander’n pandered hip-notic panderers
pump’n like this all that real
. . . but the coffle-linged eyes en-still-ing
they still betraying us all
the prancing stones we marched on
in a hummed-drummed marching

and every body hustling
shuffled on in the hustling
knowing that we knowing
that we knowing we all whores
rehearsing for the selling
in the sale sold selling
drivelling mouths scrolling fast
our consensual snide
in farting words trolling out
some big protuberating ass
propagating this numbing
perver-se-nation-ning om

swallowing all and we all
swallowed-up in the swallowing
he-s down-lowing him-s just
like the same as with her she-s
rainbowed feeling-s ‘round
in them-ed shadows
trying to pawn forbidden things
painful gnawing coalitions
of this unknowing retard

we all us all we every thing-ing
just trying to come back here inside
and always through an other
that’s this some nother body self-ing

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