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“Every seedy upbringing contributed to this seedy night.”
Cries the Lord of this industrious shire
I walk past lowlifes and spot a mourning mother
Subtly weeping over her loss to the fire


Out for a stroll on some solidified oil
The mogul mutters mantras against the dawn
Clutching his taut Taiwanese timepiece
A Rockerfellian Kubla Khan

The Usurpers seize and ruin our dreams of the perfect stranger
Though we are not outside – we feel that we are in great danger
Outsiders cannot exist if we are not inside ourselves
We have never fit these molds – we only measured their shelves

How is the insulation that comes with certainty?
Certainty that you’ll never be devoid of necessity
Necessity of resource and other triviality
Triviality to you is bad when grounded in reality

Look around with vigor
As the asphalt’s exposed to the sky
Graveyard shift is in motion
But that business feeds another guy

You’ve a splendid vision and it can change our world
It’s on a limb stretched to uncharted lengths
One moment of epiphany for an eternal plan
Now is the part where you do what you can

A. In all my dreams

I wake up a half-hour early
Yet I’m still reduced to my bed
Walk in and think you’re waking me up
But I’ve been realigning my head

The predator prowls streets of pyrite
Glass houses don't conceal to appeal
He knows he's the worst, yet he has no conviction
He thinks he can do the sanction of the victim

I will sear your memory cells when I realize who settles the score
People may mourn if they're caught off-guard, but they'll see it's just a bore
We're all busy dying, but I'll agree with our lady Ayn Rand
I will indulge in rational selfishness to forget where you stand

Cunctus Cope Biography

The pseudonym of someone who tried to access his old account, but could not. Perhaps it's just as well, because I've grown. I'm still pretty banal, though. You be the judge. I happen to have Aspergers syndrome, if anyone's interested in knowing that (I don't mind people knowing, but it's not like I'll use it as a pick-up line or come-on ;)) . CURRENT READING MATERIAL: Ulysses - James Joyce)

The Best Poem Of Cunctus Cope

Belated Mention Of Grudges Often Lead To Dismissal

“Every seedy upbringing contributed to this seedy night.”
Cries the Lord of this industrious shire
I walk past lowlifes and spot a mourning mother
Subtly weeping over her loss to the fire
I try to ignore the pauper and the pleasure shakers
Sprinkling lust though they’re labeled “desire”
I step unto the porch of one I thought I loved
When I figured I could take someone higher
Debating my rhetoric, I gaze at the pretty roses
To calibrate my course from cacophonic to curt
I am now aware that there’s none I’ve renounced
That all I renounce is all from which I divert
I am the dissident aggressor
I am the criminal confessor
I am under my superego’s penal direction
Announced by my current unwarranted erection
Hunter-gatherer instinct impairs sophistication
And my incessant self-banter is the big ballyhoo
That she now opens the door to
[I’ll stop breaking the fourth wall, mind you]
And facing the best, clutching the worst
I scream to her of this different thirst…

“I can only be one to any part of this all
But I can be all of any part of you
You can turn me into your neighborhood Nero
I can be your convenient antihero
Bend me into a voyeur of what you despise
Shape me into a fascist – watch my power rise
You would obviously wish I didn’t exist
If generic values didn’t get in the way
Manipulate me to fit the evils that persist
So you may smite me for the day.”

And calmly she attempts to deflect the blame

“Raison d’être is a flimsy vehicle for urge
I ask you, eldritch one, do you wish to taint or purge?
I am not the Übermensch you obviously find me to be
I am not a judge for your modus operandi.”

I see this not as disclaimer, but a cryptic confession
That one who betrays a model provokes her aggression

“Contrainte, elle est ne sans peur et sans reproche, [Constraint, she is not without fear and without reproach]
Go ahead and talk of me as you do with the morally posh.
No war’s good, no peace is bad, but this needs elaboration
Lay my flaws on the stand so I can start my renovation.”

Her eyes glare into the black hole awaiting righteous indignation
Clinging to her peace of mind, she makes this declaration

“Are you saying I have damned you with colloquial hyperbole?
No wonder you’re still lonely – ladies never say what they mean!
Give up trying to be the enigma you think I said you are
Now, me to my bedroom lover, you to the singles bar.”

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