Please don't read how unsightly I am, my friends...

The sadist playwrights who made
human wars and flesh a plaything
to suck and jerk on them in shrived pleasure
until some wet and downy weight came abloom
for them to shout out for their own little fame and valour
not unlike a hawker of manhood
when they fear people accuse them of intellectual inanity
they take out their Scripture, and quote
my words are a sublime subversion or conversion of the teachings
a bleeding evisceration against bad humours,
fire against fire, poison against poison
tooth for a tooth and eye, all a grand earthly operation
plot and medicine for the sake of Prince and Salvator's moral kingdom.
The sadist playwrights who made
human wars and flesh a plaything
"should we not suck and jerk wars and flesh more
in our shrived pleasure?
we should stand and wait in mental masturbation
before them, until some wet and downy weight came abloom
so we may shout out for our own little fame and valour
not unlike a hawker of manhood"

(I really fear,
a friendship is almost impossible,
when these writers are drunk on easy morals and their subversions,
and cheap or expensive alcohols
they weep with a boner.
And ejaculates prematurely at every little
mundane wonders that came to them))