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By Paul BeckettPublished 5 years ago ‱ 2 min read
Curdled Beseecher

Engendered, everywhere

Yuck, to engender-meant. Descriptions to cage. Words that embody sexuality’s gauge. (Beings at core, sterility).

Adjectives, littered, descriptions that lack, that ‘neutral’ appeal, such as, Them, they, whom, who. What’s that?

“That?” He spat. T-total hilarious, our friendships precarious. (😳), distressing, serious.

Place mats on tables, notes upon plates.

Armchairs with name tags, All makes me incendry. Split into category, binary pairing. Teeth gritted, road raging nouns, in incontrovertible, filled to despairing. (Pro) inconvertible.

He/She gifts of unwanted (verbal) bribery, paid for up front, transactional communicate.

Wrangle rough anxious, rolled into species. Pair-it-up pretentiousness sickens and rarefies, me.

Handsome, a random my consciousness paid, in overthought, clunking like chores for the bores. So anxious.

Complimentary to princes, this hermit, don’t stream. Unwanted polarity, undivided scenery, society.

He, the cats father. Lost auntie Bill.

Lines drawn in playgrounds, denominate piecework, sends my mind shrill.

No test of your aptitude, interesting that.

No.........blue/pink tinted feathers pierced through your skull cap.

In home economics, I fled his history hysteresis, sharing ingredients, unapologetic thesis. Just baking!

Carbon print mammalian, rejector, objector. Hate segregation (of all forms) consider! The entity, not the husk casing, rifle me. Piffle!

Mixing up metaphors, gargantuan misandrist, don’t judge this volume, by boy/girl conceits, please. Please?

Just take a moment, consider, your own prognosis, in the first second, most of you decided, incongruity sponsorships.

From then on, you ransack yourselves on loans. expensive to us, borrowed to Y chromosome no challenge in repeating. Cheat-rink.

The mind reinforces, it’s initial conclusions. Then carries on soldering, ignoring contusions.

Linking a choke-chain. Formulas inked. No analysis to mentor creative Sneeches, whose stars are scraped off irritated scratching in beaches

(sandđŸ€ź)

We tire of your judgements. Those lost in the centre, fence sitting infidels, still locating our spaces.

The few that wander, might pause to consider, but most pass us by, (like 99.999%-fly), misconceptions hypocrites.

The empathetic in all of us, leaks to the earth. Full circuit, third person objective, berserk. Bismarck, our foreheads, mistrust our integrity. Our representatives, “grown in number, not depletion”......I hear you whispering.

We ‘just-hide’ barnacles, biding our times, unyielding venality preachers in waiting, prime.

You’ll notice our herd of unruly creatures. US, not you, or them curdled beseechers.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Y_chromosome

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sneetches_and_Other_Stories

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About the Creator

Paul Beckett

I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled explorer. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.

My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%

Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath

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