initially intrigued by his luminous cover,
i bought into the seemingly idealistic (air-brushed) picture,
and the (deceptive) nuances of his table of (mal)con-tents,
all fraught with his so-called imparted lessons learned,
and ideas spurned,
for which i had idealistically yearned…
as i absorbed the seemingly sophisticated placement
and intricate arrangement of the caligraphied words and verbs
encompassing his so-called novel ideas,
via the structured script running from left to right across the page,
and tried to read his mind by delving into his inner flexi-con;

so i, naïve and blinded,
with absolutely no apprehension about
my possible lack of perception at the possibilities of
his plagarised deception,
en-abling me to ignore the obvious grammatical errors,
like…,
when he attempted to capitalise "her" name
which was obviously a skanky common noun
and had no element of propriety within the con-text of our readership;

or…,
when he attempted to place 'i' before 'me',
except after (and during) “she”;

or…,
when he failed to properly punctuate my orgasmic sublime,
with a series of thrusting and fuckin’ that was so undefined
within the restricted embrace of my vagina’s con-fines,
due to fundamental structural weaknesses in his spine;

so, my peace of mind to be assuaged,
i decided to turn his fuckin’ page.

skimming past the table of con-tents,
and the chapters in need of refinement,
until i reached and assessed his bibliography,
and crossed referenced the lack of reference material,
until i decided to close his plagarised book,
fraught with others’ perceptions, and life-altering outlooks,
all used in order to pad and market his deceptive “good” book,
with the theft of their intellectual property as a means to
obtain my utmost love and loyalty
without the in-con-venience of having to pay financial royalties…

and then…i arrived back at me;

…needing to rip his ill-effect from the seams of my soul's publication
in order to eradicate the affects of his plagarised dissertation,
and to protect future misguided readers
from the deceptive cover of his self proclaimed best seller,
i, appointed myself as his grammatical editor;
proceeding to cut and paste,
insert and adjust his misspellings,
and the blatant typographical errors
from the fuckin’ pathological liar,
as i cut him into a million little pieces
with no self-conscious passages to omit,
in order to expose the fact that he was full of bitten shit;

then i,
unilaterally engaged in my censored book burning,
casting his defunct manuscript on the flames,
as i danced in homage to my de-fame-ation of his name;
prancing around paganistically,
buck nekkid with absolutely no shame,
roasting marshmallows as the billowing smoke
rose sinuously towards the heavens symbolising my copy-righting
of his pen's plagarised and empty stroke…

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'Fro