The intervention of breakfast or lunch
Or a daring demanding drenching tea
Stares me away from the lap top and crap net
That frustrates the amateur of technology.

Aren’t you grateful when they had no computers in the past?
Now your life and salvation won’t last,
Go and beg for the money that makes your next moments funny
Advertising what’s in my world and is wrong.

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If discourse is known and categories are sold cheaply
How do layers of the self become Hinduism’s defeat of me?
How is ‘the you’?
. Internet politic poetics . are yet definable through
Pages that have yet to be dreamed of
To cream off the top shelf demands
For those void of Karajan’s caravans
To be moved: The Category will lead to Categories
And the beating will drum the people’s defeating.

Down lines of marketing are away
Of Morten Harket’s non creation of Son of God’s as we pray
Would you advent against Yeshua his order of the right way
When he was ordered not to say the name
Tests against the foe resulted in the big “Do not”
That Maria Latinises intentionally to frame
The Son of Man as God
In her own prayer
When he ordered everyone
Never to swerve from His hair.

Sharing isn’t there
If the argument is acceptable
Behind textual referencing
Over centuries of defending.

How is prose when verse
Is so terse to the common woman,
So that man is her own to own?