(or On the Artlessness of Pointy Judgements & the Fruitlessness of Poisonous Rages) [ newly edited – 11/17/2024 ] The question, when finally posted,Blew with choler and dolour, slipped like concealed poniard,Snipped and snapped and jabbed and swatted,Appealed to ‘caucasian’-ness and hammered at wedges,Shaped like irreparable conceit, smelling of noxious cosying,A little by a lot […]
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