*What a 'meeting' ... real eye to eye.
Real....
'ajacent' their loony bin...
" prey fine walkers** what is that ..i love the shabbiness and the covered in greenery?"
They not me, to " looks like a home for the loonies of the land" get risque and jokes about carting off...
But as soon as one makes gonzo conversation about any other 'disability',
as always dotted with politeness and charmy ice breaking white lies " you two have a long way to go but past fifty.."
To the fat thing that looks seventy for her sixty
Down it comes..i had no idea just how auto didact
idiot savant
rote unthinking
"you can't say that, i find that offensive, i have a disabled son.."
IN a conversation notional and universal
About how the sea, full of Prozac pee,
and poison for every made up itch and and dog flea
[ immutable! peanut allergy]
Actually only for one generation
SO well we were doin' aside
the same-side of the fence seperatin' 'us' from 'them'
yoga robed and Dry Robe heaven
( " a drink in theres a tenner a pint you go in and see if it ain't)
Tht's what it is.
For all the fat waddlin fuzziheaded mutable ugliness
Thrid chinflap and careless teeth regime
The millisecond they superpower-sense
that your Monty python Mayallesque riff
sits atop the fence
between their cage and common sense
Hair trigger,
highlights only
they hear one word only
to which " i take offence"
However.... there has never been even in the time of Socrates'
or rather Odysseus, an actual woman acceptant bloke
accept mischief, even high jinks
And hear her poison trap, in their default non-word
.. he never even any more blinks.
Nor breaks his rhythm,
parallel page hymnsheet
theirs one endless self pitying ctaechism
* one - the last one yesteraft, of a series of many
** I am very polite and would never say a fat waddler goosiper is just that
