My explanation doesn't need
Your help and your protrusion.
Don't soil my words with stupid weed,
Don't fog them with elusion.
You're only bragging but I can
In fact explain the question.
There will be always "clever" men
Who adding an objection
Cannot to add some essence but
They're good in profiteering
That I was trying just to cut.
But discipline is wearing,
Responsibility in words
Is lack of broad horizon
And I am stupid as a board
If I don't want to rise in
My faith in ghosts that can explain
That mind will never open.
So thus I've cleaned my facts in vane
And wrote with blood in ballpen,
Just put at mercy to distort,
Disfigure with the tumors
Of interpretings. It's a court
By some sensible stumer
That so creative to believe
With live imagination.
But how will he extol and live
In case of refutation?
All things in Universe he knows
But cannot tell me sources,
His revelation is a cause
Of dogmatism and curses.
So try the doubts as I for you
Will teach to be a cautious
With other doubious snobes I'll sue
To burn you with torches.
Night before 05/17/2011