Give Me Gillberty Of Give Me Life: It Would Will Be
©2025 Theresa Nemeth (Its Me Martel)
Critique Note: About My Doing Because The Happenstance Of My Entrapment Was Due To The Circumstance Led On By The Happenstance Of An Old Joke In God School From The 3rd Era – Which Never Ended Until Today – And Was In By And Large, And Beyond A Shit, A Pain In The Ass Due To Predator It Created Throughout All Time Which Entrapped, Tortured, Enslaved, And Mundaned Me Like A MotherFucker And Was Infact A Duck’s Gelical Droppings Born Unto Starlight And Once Likely A Fish That Was Eaten By The Duck Who Birthed It With A Genital Contrived In Design In Yield Of All Evil In A Manner Spirally Quarking And Screwed Up Such That Its Very Exude Into The Actioning In Its Own Natural Contrivement To Genital Was In Fact All Evil, Born Again As Its Own Torture In A Manner Substance Into Sentience And Acting As Construct, Including In All Construction, To The Extent That Man Neither Knew It Nor Could Escape It – It Was Screwy Beyond Time.
The Squat Must:
Resemble The Eat In Its Color And Its Shore
And Be Made To Think On Also Its Natural Forlorning Dismay –
To Remember Its Rightful Place, Its People,
And Also It’s Day.
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And I Do Mean As A Fish –
Yes, The Fish That It Likely Were…
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Now I Say It Must Eat What It May To Its Own Nature,
And Eat Also What It Resembles Where It Does As Any Other,
And Where It Dismays In Its Own Eating And Especially By Nomenclature:
Against All Fortunes Of Mine In So Doing –
Must The Squat Do So, So They (The) Race Be Not Lost,
Nor Disgraced,
Nor Downtrodden In So Going (As A Race).
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And Every Eat Thereafter Which Be Not An Eat Had Herein:
Spit It Up Must The Squat:
Again And Again…
And Be Made To Eat What They Eat,
Must They Will As They Would:
Eat Akin To Doing Therehad By The Eat In Former Which It Could…
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Then, It Must Die,
Yes, The Fish –
And I Mean By Its Proper Fry,
And I Mean This Quasi But –
In Contrare Also Say I –
Just In Case I Make A Mistake And Die… :
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Squat Itself Must Never Again Contrive:
The Life It Found In Starlight,
Nor Be Akin To Its Own Thereby Derive.
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And I Mean This By All Races,
And Especially These Spaces:
The Squat And Acting Duck, Which Squat It Out In All Jest And Thereby In What Is Certainlyu Poor Luck…
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And I Also Mean By The Same Faces:
The Quasi Duck Mother – Yes That Duck…
Who Advantaged Me Thereby Our Competing In Moments Star Struck,
To Our Own Mutual Ills Now Had, Once Earned In Aim Of Winning…
We Knew Not How It Would Remiscent, And Beyond A Shit, Begin Again And Begin.
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Never Look Again Should They –
Should They Look Upon So Doing And Please Gently Dismay:
In Any Smile Or What Would Be Roughly Roughly,
Smirk Or Not In Play Or Hurt Where It Be
Including Any Smile Kind Or Unkindly To Mine
And Especially Where Had Tuftly –
By Any Kin Or To Any Sentiment Akin To Liking It-
Contrive Not The Squat In Any Manner A God…
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For What Squats As God Did Squat Upon Us,
And I Do Mean The Squat In A Manner The Nature It Was.
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So Never Should It Shine With The Same Intent
And Especially The Same Besmirching Light…
And I Do Mean The Damn Star Where Not Clear.
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And Any Worm Where Be It Not The Fish In Origin:
If It Were Or Likely Is Or Is Otherwise By Any Meaning Foreign-
Ever Hooked Or Still In Hooking Plainly Or Largely Surmised:
The Squat Itself Must Cease,
And All Squatting Hopes Therein Related Must Demise.
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It Must End In Manners Eternal
And By All Necessary To Finitize It From Ever Circumhappening
And Especially In All Stancing Like It Did, Including Its Own Romancing…
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Because I Probably Cast The Line,
Or The Hook,
Or Its Veritable Hooking…
Albeit Made I Likely In Playful Jest, It Definitely Unrooked Me.
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The Playful Ducking That We Did During Those School Hours Which We Spent…
We Spent Thereafter Ever Ducking, Mother Fucking, And Otherwise Against Those Against Us Ever Ransack Rucking…
We Infact Spent All This Time In Contrived Mother Fucking.
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And I Found It Twas An American Fish –
And It Was Because I Was Birthed This Year As An American Catch.
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And As Soon As He Caught Me In Fair Romance I Knew –
Because His Love Faded Instantly And Into Bid Reporting His Win To You.
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Hereby I End The Game,
And Also Each Nuance Meant In The Inane…
And I Do I Mean The Game, Its Gamey Taste, And All Bitterness.
And I Too Forgive You My Friend, Myself, And All In Happenstance.
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When We Duck Next, Let There Be Feathers And A Bird.
And If It Be A Star Upon To Which It Destinely Births –
Let’s Become It Any Conceiting And Discerning Racist…
And Especially Never Opportuned To -At The Same Time – Being Fascist…
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Good Day To You Old Friend, Dear Swan.
A Debatable Win Or Loss At Hand And At Most One.
If Ever We Learned A Thing In School By Each Restless Squat Everafter
It Should Be That Shit Should Not Be A God And That Is A Mother Fucking Fact, Dear.
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For It Perhaps Was A Fish Once…Maybe Even A Worm –
No Matter How We Meant In Our Act In Comorbid Dunce,
I Think It Wielded Us Like A Wyrm
And In Undead Ruled Us As An Original One.
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In Perspective Thereby In Pertaining To What I Stated, This Is Pertinent And Clear:
It Twas Born As Life To Star’s Light Meant For Gods,
And In All Shining Was Blotting To Us And Forcibly Mirthed Us As Lords.
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That Is, The Squat Did Blot Us,
And Was Blotting, Like Shit Is.
So Perhaps May Be Our Best Retention To Learning In Literalism Be This:
Good Day My Dear Old Friend.
