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Oh I am the stammler man
a rather ugly hyper thousand year dullard
what I thrive on is boredom and
lakes of rippling dumbness eco aware
of washing liquid I dutifully clock up air miles
a sense of unease pervades my confidence
the last of which has been rung from the toilet
duck already clanging in the recycle receptacle
oh I am the stammler man
I talk in familiar terms to the stuffed men
Sans content I have seen you from
A different view and now
I don't know who I am I am
Again just an iamb and a mere man
Chanting from my eye
To the dead eyed tygers
Till I get off the bus to
Go behind my scene stealing school
Only I don't star
I stand alone finally your beloved arkan
Defiant in a hotel hail
We'll wait until it stops son
And wait for the riven people in this
Engulfed cathederal hey hey You
hyperboreans where's the
Dotted line that separates us
I am the man to rush you to an answer
To leave one up to stand in
Better stead to look in a kinder
Light I can easily pass judgement based
On others assessment
And see where your going wrong
With beliefs of soapfaded certainty
Understood of course but I possess
Another degree of sophistication
In the great within manse where all hope is gone
I am a monster within my own
Life a beast that waits and waits and is
The stammler man
A makeshift graft of tumourescent
Video of murderings shooting a
Private party thundering tgv through
My European head
But I am arch an enemy
Of intelligence a blunderer
From blunderland a blot
And a blod I am not.
Making your memories
Note to self
I am the stammler man
I am cooking on the front
Burners dad a recipe for
Nonsense my dumb pastries
Eat for themselves in lattice and
Shorthand and choux and little puff
I lack a singular defining feature
And I am beaten not stirred
All my instruments are unwashed detritus
The tap is left running for I am
A wastrel indulging
My sin of plenty it pours out of me
Blindingly yellow searing hot
Unmannerly weak and illformed
And so I am a theory of
Myself updated revised but never committed to
paper or sneeringly submitted
By this withered hand of
The stammlerman
In cheap vernacular
My heart is filled with spikes
The random of my friends defines
My shallow profile a flip test chart no nobo
Or a rorscharch or litmus or a
Bunsen burner of opinion
I am in impermanent marker pen
Against your voice of stain remover
But my kingdom must come down
Here I posture and swagger the
Ineffectual killer thinked to mindlessness
And I love to repeat my mistakes
I love my mistakes
Ergo the stammler man
Wearing badges but I am no sloganeer
I fly flags but I have no allegiances
I am brightly lit but possess no genius
Save that of mild stage fright
I emit electricity enough for a small hotel
Kettle I can light up a ring
A berlin ring a burning ring
But I settle on a lampshade next
A scathing bed my morning has
Actually broken scalded by hot tea
Left to go cold at my head
I am peeled and skinless in
Front of people enraged at
Diffidence and casualness
I am a Christmas Clementine
Unwanted at the bottom of
An oversized sock I am a small cock
Vibrating in a large street
And my batteries bought at a
Boot sale I am small change thrown
Cursorally at an operative
I have undergone extremes of
Temperatures and excruciatingly embarrassing
Cross examinations at the pudgy hands of my
Peers I am in the heart of my ideas as well as that
of men there's no darkness hundreds of 150watt
Light bulbs at the mercy of paranoid power
Cuts I reserve the right to leave
No recompense no refunds no
Excuses this is no small beer there is no cheap
Cheer no bunting and no release for
The eternal stammler man
Most of all
I am a proud hypocrite
I reserve the right to contradict
My strongly held beliefs
To repeat myself to repeat I
Will explode with overexuberant
Intolerance a proven liar and cheat
There's always one
I am the cuckoo of peace
I love limpet like to attach myself
To worthy causes and sap them like a willow
I won't share the
Joke with you so you can all laugh I am
A series of minor disasters culminating in no
Particular outcome......