WHITE SERMON – An Ode.

WHITE SERMON – An Ode.

The truth is, Sir, I have never exactly entertained a half-witted social worker before. In the third-world, which is after the skip-beat of a dimension-no-cure/ I have never before visited the white tomb where Lucia sat and sung till the noon became azure/ the blue-celf shifts, the hesitant trebling cleffs.
It is on this note that I want to declare an All-Romans Duet, you and you, come here stand for a Chorus, and we shall assemble somewhat leniently. The Rule of the day is little-little, be-gone! Away, whrooom!
Children of dark-skin, like the naked brown dry land next to the nile. All Egyptian in their eye, soot-soot! Tu-hut! Tu-huut! Wishing well for one and all we are the race that comes before
All went wrong in the Sun that never ended till it scorched the planet ----------------DELETE
The final cry in the wilderness of a blue peacock, taking turns with quiet stealth, it laughs enticingly.
The fallacy of the day was: Ignoratio Ad Populum – the more the people, the more it is wrong. Pay day, pay day, it just can’t last another day. Offices say NO TO POPULATION! EUGENICS! KILL THE Bastards. And the bastardettes, well, well, well.
Hill-child was a Sunny child. Don’t dear-me-please say! It never ever happened, the cum laude, the cum day. To be seen this way!
I joint the lag, for letting it leggo. Leg’an’loggin, I’loggin’leggo.
In the existence-methodology never-ever-a-woe…witchin white. Chandi. Great, apparently the color is now a skin, and further, it has a history – that you and I have never seen – but ‘this is so.’ Rules, rules. How I love the rollin’ rules.