Why so self-obsessed?
So dramatically self-absorbed?
They got their own shit.
They don’t need mine.
Write to bring joy? Laughter?
Enough do that. I’m not them.
Positioning, are we?
Corner of some neural field?
A dot on crossing axes?
Where’s the craft in this?
Deliberate practice, remember?
Writing, not motions?
Ahh. Experimental? Hehe.
That’s how we pass this off?
Nice nice. I likeses.
You didn’t gets it – we’ll says.
Breaking the habitses.
Yes, yes.
And who knows?
Someone squinting
May manage meaning
Out of osmotic obsession
Or obvious observation
Or…yes, yes. Very clever.
Absurd the intellectual.
Too many crooks soup the spoils.

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