this way it’s just like
i’m here rusing the ruse
by singing the same old blues
but in a brand new pair of old shoes

accouterationing . . .

so silently here submissively waiting
automatonically treading water
whirlpooling holding on to our
slippery savage estranging engagings
desperately seducing in naked clothings
of talismanic tattos of a muse strutt’n on
through entangling jungling notions
of all our variegating tribes of themms
whose mouths are always sprewing out
obviating convolutioning perturbs
in arrogationing slobber-rationings
of synthetic opiationing words
so make’n all of their own themms
be feeling they’re the only ones
here supposing to be being seen
‘cause all it’s always all about is how
just how i’m gon get to be wearing
some others’ somebody for me
so be hiding right here inside
appearing just like i’m suppose to be
in the pupils of everybody’s eyes
perpetrating my own invisiblizing
masquerading in some apt abiding

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