Ignormance Whistlaster : Evil's Purpose is to Defeat Itself

Indian, you're dead thereofre you dn't think

you are no philosopher : I humped your paycheck

I loiter about succumbing to lusts

I am the Sell out the Prostitute's wink


I want for Money and Sadism

No friend of mine is a Poetaster 

--"Keep it to the Metaphorical Zone Sir"

Of course you love me of course you  you Must


Consent is only for my Masters

The ladies are none to kind Neither NOT

The bullshit is thinkwastecan detritus

Ogles and Ogles of Ogling crackers


I don't mean their Race but their Substances

Sniff, Snort, and Howling in the Ignormance