Friday, June 4, 2010

His flattery tongue, is his silver tongue

By Atok Dan Baguoot 

Perfectly, he made it 
Made it perfectly for them the oppressed 
Molded it into your perfection 
Perfection of your innermost desire 
Desire you covetously desired 

Accord him the credit he who made it 
He made it for you 
To relieve you the oppressed 
Oppression beyond your ancient history 
The oppression that molded you 

Into laughing stock 
Into shoe brush likeness 
Into his utmost happiness 
Relieved you relieve, rested it upon you 

Upon you was his seat
The seat of his usual comforts 
Comfort of dishonest
Comfort upon he likes most 
But he who made it perfect had dared 

Dared for your total perfection 
He is for your perfection 
For your perfect perfection 
Never is never more oppression 

Out for more oppression, is out for more perfection 
In for more oppression, is out for more perfection 
In for more slavery, is in for more ignorance 
In for more deceits, is in for your own more short memory 
In for more self-hatred, is in for more self-humiliation 

In for more self-gossiping, is in for his self salvage 
None of a self-defensive right is self rights 
Rights never identified are never righteously granted 
Accord him he who defended, for he defended 

Accord him he who still in for it, in it for you 
Voluntarily did he do it, did for self-discovery did he do it 
He who did it yesterday is him who does it 
He who humiliates me is him who humiliated me then 

Never has he never changed, is never but him 
His flattery tongue is his silver tongue 
His present peaceful tongue is his tomorrow’s war-liked tongue 
His present persuasive tongue is his tomorrow’s harsh tongue 
His current hoarse voice is his tomorrow’s adamant voice 

His voluntary offers are his defensive cajole 
Comparative value is his comparative devaluation 
Does his devaluation, is his credence 
False credence, is his force credence

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