Reserata Carcerem XVIII

wanky wit is not moist motive;
hoisted hankering damp feelings
dark denotations foils fleshened
salient smothers, sil’ette slackened

wielded wit ain’t fame – fostered fleas
la-de-da lurch humming pored pleas
meagre magnanimity strained
vying voluptuous veils, torn traits

wedged wit ain’t manipulation:
pruning pored chances, gaunt punctures
sassy stances trailing tactic track
jiggery-pokery plumes packs

wisdom ain’t taking advantage
it’s a game of patience and rage.
’20:06:11:11:35

Note: of wet wisdom.

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A sperm that was sown, Which for years has grown: Now, growing as a clone.

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