“They Don’t Know.”

They sparred AGAINSTthe sake of inequality BYbeing these pulsatory heroes – these.. strewn~out, vagabond &mindFULLY~AWARE~millionaires. And we do “seem to be in AWE of their every~utter~move: their swivel~sHaKe groove, though,

And HOW(?) do we know, THOUGH…” Of their inner~ability to free themselves from these ten-ROUND(the clock) cHaOs oF cross~firing’s(?) It’s been impossible to understand how they

Anticipate the unanticipated, how they(…) find themselves to ENDLESSLY(…) “GO!” At It~Again. And YET—

The bell will.. s-H-a-T-t-e-R(!!!) all of their FAVOURITE enemy’s favouriteBEST~imaginativedreams — “has it really taken him three~delicate~Decades to say these:

Amazing things with his TwIsT oF Farreeeeaching(…..) fists(?) maybe so.” Surely they don’t know, and he never will— “need to know the inner~thrill.. of distilling ALL OF THIS PAIN UPON:: said enemy’s bruised and battered ego.”