L’enfant indelicat
The Indelicate child, in perpetual, conflict, Destroys melancholic monoliths, already eroding in acid compliance. Under a profusion of prolific assaults, opponents surrender meekly, Matchless to wounding works. The Indelicate child, angry, demeaning and defiling….. re- defining, Is pulled into a whirlpool of reluctant rebellion, Drowning waters pulling down to turgid depths, Sucking at the soul of the poet, draining, destroying the pleasure of creation. No rock and roll sell out. No pompous, predictable shamble in to syphilitic pity. No suicidal departure, to bring tears to teen virgins in coming times. The indelicate child’s words cease. The indelicate child is gone, The indelicate child is dead.
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