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Sodom&
Gomorrah

POEM
BY C
DEAN
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Sodom &
Gomorrah
POEM BY
C
DEAN

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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTION

So what be this Sodom

&
Gomorrah
well it be a Marxist tract
on humanity But more well
said inst poetry go read
Petrarch Canzone 136 or
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Byrons “Don Juan”

Canto xv: xc11 where he doth
show John Bull the
inhumanity of greed or
listen thee well to Carlyle or
Ruskin onst the effect of
capitalism or for a better
read read “Modern Love”
by George Meredith or
“Nineveh” by George
Sylvester Viereck where
huge dragons with
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monstrous trial sit upon the

gables where above the
stately spires two lemans be
Death and Leprosy But
better still see “From the
Woolworth Tower” of
Sara Teasdale “the warm
millions moving under the
roofs Consumed by their
desires” So dearest recite
read about thyself where the
Christian 7 deadly sins or
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the 5 hindrances of Sikhism or

where the craving desires of
Buddhism are let free by Capitalism
that the wealthy canst be more gorged
fromst those milch cows that be thee
dearest reciter freed to feed thy
greed with no restraint that turns
thee to a peon andst though better
clothed But still a subsistent farmer
slave inst debt bondage to thy captors
that dangles their carrot inst front of
thee thy greed onst the hamster wheel
around around thee goes getting no
where But deeper inst to slavery so
read about thyself dearest reciter you
fucking deadshit thee be
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PREFACE Ahh it doth seem we

doest live inst a hellish world where But
vertues gold be But sold for Mammons
dross where we for wealth doest But sell
our soul andst thus or flesh inst chains
doest us shackle we with unchained sins
we think we doest But run free Yet
those fools doest Yet complain that they
be inst pain since their dreams they cannot
claim they seek happiness Yet doth just
woes do gain around around go they
chasing some carrot they be told that
happiness they shallst gain But just filling
with gold the pockets of the tellers of such
mythology that the fools doest believe
greedily ast sayeth the poet of wit

As fast thy virtue bends that love to good:

But ah Desire still cries Giue me some food

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Atop the mansions decked inst gold sits

Mammon outstretched arms offering wealth
untold a cornucopia that drip gems andst
jewels rubies silver sapphires that glint blue
light that fires to entice Come Come all YE
for all of this is for THEE Come Come
have thy share take what THEE want for
there be more if THEE want for I fill thy
greed unlimited be my gift to THEE
unchain I THEE fromst the 7 deadly sins
free vent give I to THEE nothing now to
hinder THEEto thy wants Come Come
ALL be my milch cow for wealth in
perpetual bondage to me a simple price to
pay for wealth andst ALL thy pleasures be
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Red hues do But coat the glass-

rimmed columns that do But rise to the
sky ast Babylonian towers painted inst
pink tints coated inst purple do But
shine glinting ast inst mansions doth
awake the vultures to sit inst their
lofty heights towering god-like flinging
their shadows along dark streets
Lethean streams with beaks tinted red
blood stained pecking for food inst the
necks of they those milch cows that
emerge fromst underground that follow
those carrots gleaming radiance of light
that blaze bursts of fire full of desires
that upon each for wealth fight that n’er
do see the light with heads up arse n’er
do see the vultures that bite
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Pinkish tints doest paint the towers that

be temples to Mammon inst wandering
shades of purple that doest glide down
down into the abyss of the Lethean
streams that stream with the milch cows
inst rhythm step ‘neath the golden sun with
delicate threads of burning light that light
the sky violet inst splendours of fires that
doest seem to be But a sea flecked with
lilacs hues like clouds upon a rippling
breeze that that doth mix inst harmonies
with the dulcet strains that be the rhythmic
step of milch cows onst their hamster
wheels with lips like blossoms that fromst
those lips doth stream the dreams of
Midas Yet cant their prison see the cause
of their woes futility endlessly caught by
their greed inst perpetuity ast vultures sit
eyes blood red upon their captives to be fed
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The light didst upon the temples gleam that

glass illumined rainbows that outshone the
sky a trillion stars that glittered inst the
day ast white light afire a sea of bright
that shone a glory to those vultures
carnivorous things that sit andst salivate
upon that upon which they feed those milch
cows that doth along the Lethean streams
stream wrapped up inst their dreams within
that wilderness fettered by their greed
which those chains they But not see
ghouls that wander inst the purple shadows
‘neath those temples that be But haloed
inst light garlanded inst fire those milch
cows slaves of debt bondage in quest of
their dreams that ever willst be to spend
their cankerous lives inst futility which be
what the vultures seek for ast they naught
willst be free the vultures feed endlessly
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Andst fromst the mansions tops andst

temples tall the vulture doest But see their
prey inst myriad Lethean streams that
weave thru the wilderness ast spider webs
the streams that be But both what doth
snare andst what be their path of greed
‘neath lilac-silvered sky within the purpled
shadows gloom they the sun doth not see
the voluptuous blooms that ripple inst the
cracks that their feet doth scurry along they
doest sense not the scents of white syringe
or the soft calyx-stemmed hibiscus indigo
hued But doest pass by those that along
the way doest fall behind with distain they
doest not see nor care for those tears
crystalline drops that drip fromst childrens
eyes for it be their fault they doth say ast
the vultures get fatter andst fatter e’en on
misery they e’en create to feed their greed
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Andst along they go the milch cows all

inst their rows inst slothful step inst their
woes along the streams of Acheron they
flow parting the damasked doors trudge
they Herded into the temples that be But
their tombs chained by their greed to the
drudge up they go inst their Hallowed
Sepulchres heeding the vultures call
dreaming Midas dream a few doest But
out the rose colored windows view those
mansions decked inst sunlight that about
their tops float ast lilac-tinted swan-shaped
foam emerald shimmering their delicate
dreams veiled inst folds of violet air the
carrots they see that seek thee with hard
ons dilated eyes cunts wet with ecstasies
bliss out the windows they gaze upon all
back to the drudge with hopes of glee
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Whenst their daily servitude doth end they

Pour out the doors to But flow along the
spider-web Acheron streams to flood back
back into the underground to their coffins
too But too exhausted to think plug into
their media which tells them what to do
what to think onst their drugs their drinks
to kill the pain to make them sleep andst
cry
If this be happiness Why my woe
If this be living Why be I so dead
If this be joyousness Why my torment
Yet Inst each advertisement they be told
“Money buyeths happiness” andst with
that mantra inst the morn get back onst
their hamster wheels carrion for the
vultures above more wealth to be born
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The pinkish lilac hues misty reds andst

purple shadows do But turn to dark ast
night sets inst that shroud that o’er the
temples to Mammon andst the milch cows
gilded coffins andst the blackness doth
along the spider web streams of Acheron
doth flow ast out flood fromst the golden
tipped mansions the cockroaches doest But
flow inst their hearses gleaming with
pearled windows gold tinted like misty
globs of light thru which the eyes of
cockroaches doest red doest But gleam the
milch cows inst envy at that which they
would swap to be those insects that upon
the night doest take flight to spend their
blood moneys on lewd dreams of lust andst
gluttony greed fulfilled that burst their cock
& cunts and bowels that willst But shit
all that harvest of boars andst sows
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Stars glitter pure crystals of light like ice

set onst velvet plush ast frozen flowers
that blaze that looketh down upon the feast
of those cockroaches to coat inst moonlight
their rapaciousness they roam thru the
darkness’s mists prowling for pleasures
singing upon their blood bloated lips
“Money buyeth happiness” But for they
care not what price the milch cows must
pay for their gay debaucheries for each doth
up the arse each fuck each be to each But
an object for ecstasy each uses each a
commodity that each gives not a fuck for
each But to feed be their goal within their
gaol they be But too stupid to see the
consequences for they for each for the
universe that glitters fromst perfumed
blooms so sweet the cockroaches deplete
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Inst darknesses space the stars doest

swim lucent light spreads kissing blooms
that thru cracks doth flower that doth the
cockroaches the milch cows flesh doth kiss
that wallow inst their Stygian Marsh of
greed andst lust andst those 7 deadly sins
shackled their souls to Mammon girls
rose-petaled mouth eyes mascara tinted
short skirts panties tight wet seamed into
objects of sex they hast their flesh placed
red lips for whom hast the price to kiss
that each andst each canst suck the blood
fromst each the beauty of Lilith the kiss
of Ashtoreth give me thy flesh yearning
inst desires flames my mouth to thy mouth
soft Oh so soft that my tongue doth thy
soul to pluck upon my lips that poisoned
flower inst our greed we use each to fuck
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Ahh those lips to lips doth kiss that rose

that be girdled with thorns till flesh be torn
andst woes be forlorn Yet the mantra be
“Money buyeths happiness”ast thru the
moonlit airs doest we stare thru rose-tinted
glass the mass playing of the cockroaches
that doest buy with paper bloody dripping
the milch cow that not doth see that blood
be of he Yet he doth think one day soon he
whilst pay some drudge for his pleasure
too andst thru the window of those
pleasure domes they feast onst wine and
ambrosia andst candy tinged with musk ast
the losers hungry at the doors weep tears
of pearls that seep along the streets to drip
in sewers flecked in moonlights rainbows
hues that all reject Yet those losers one
and all wouldst long to be one of those
insects that rejects all losers one and all
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Andst ‘mongst the shattered flowery blooms

rivers of pearline tears spattered blood the
flood of shit andst piss andst cum that glow
iridescent inst moonlight like frost of snow
coating the Acheron streams rippling foam-
flowers of shit lone milch cow plays his lute
ast the vermin to their holes doth retreat they
doest paraphrase Petrarch
We fly to heaven with feet inst the sewer
We be the jailer of them Yet we not lock the
door
We hold to nothing Yet we the world doth
seize
We laugh Yet feed onst their misery
We will devour destroy all that giveths us life
E’en if we kill all andst we end dead
Hahaha they laugh the vermin at the milch cows
stupidity for inst wealth they keep they
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Thus spake
the village
idiot
POEM
BY C
DEAN
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Thus spake
the village
idiot
POEM BY C
DEAN
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N So what be this

Thus spake
the village
idiot well lets cut to

the chase andst quote Andre

Breton “I could spend my whole life prying loose the

secrets of the insane. These people are honest to a
fault, and their naivety has no peer but my own.”
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But Ahh are the insane

insane or be it the sane that
be insane because we cannot
hear the music to which the
idiots doest dance too
perhaps it is we inst our
madness that cant see reality
except thru out delusions
which we doest take to be
real whilst we take the
idiots world to be delusion
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Couldst it be the idiot is

really enlightened to the
“truth” ast some say Kunga
Legpa, the Madman of the
Dragon Lineage with his
“Thunderbolt of Flaming
Wisdom” upon which
myriad women around the
world seek blessing Couldst
it be the idiot is really
enlightened to the “truth” ast
say Hanshan or Ikkyū or Saint Isidora
perhaps a Nasreddin or a Theia mania or a
Simeon the Holy Fool or perhaps a “Sky clad”
Avadhuta But perhaps not holy
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but aware of the “true”

reality that the sane are to
insane to see that their lives
andst thoughts are but
delusions andst the idiots
who doth try to enlighten
them to their madness is by
them accused too be insane
so reciter recite andst if thee
think it be all madness so be
it But if ye with this proem
agree thenst perhaps thee are
an idiot But free to touch
the sky andst fly
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PREFA CE Andst But

doest I muse onst madness with
voice andst perhaps with wit with
tropes andst allegories with bright
metaphors of conceits so what be the
conclusions of I about lunacy or the
sayings of some idiot whose thought
be But full of delusions bedlams
whose mind be But sick say they
that say they be sane for according
to the sane they that distain the sane
must be by definition But insane so
not to trouble thy brain to distraught
thy mind read this idiots account of
what the sane hast upon themselves
brought and let us hear thy thoughts
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Inst a village of the world or be it a

world village there be a she or a he
that doth sing to a different tune
andst dance Yea dance to a hidden
melody ‘neath the sun andst moon inst
revelry whereby he or she is laughed
at ridiculed be spat on harassed or
e’en locked up for the things she or he
doth sing that the sane do say are
idiocy the thoughts of an insane that
doth But say delusions about they so
listen thee to these songs andst thy
mind ponder on
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Looeth sky sits moon on ast silver

orchid ast glittering tear inst the sky
stars twinkle that drip light like dew
that doth coat the night inst globes
that shimmer wreathing the earth inst
mist twining weaving knots of light
froth- flowers inst twilight luculent
waves of light that stream like
rivers of jade decking the night with
fires light like earrings of pearls
along streams doth flow redolent of
dreams crystallized ast they inst
their coffins gilded with what monies
canst buy do onst their media view a
moon ast silver orchid ast glittering
tear inst the sky
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Ahh looketh sun streams thousand

emerald gleams weave o’er the earth like
rouge onst some beautys lips of flesh
pouting for a kiss that sends to bliss
the eyes see glittering rivers of fire
mirrors that mirroring the suns light
sapphires mists coat a thousand hills
wrapped inst scarlet flames the streams
that stream o’er the plains that giveth
life to they Ahh looketh the light frozen
inst reds andst parrot-greens that
irridesce ast opals bright that rivers
swirling flow ast gems melted casting
light to the sky ast inst their coffins
gilded they doest shit andst piss andst
flush inst to the streams that stream
o’er the plains that giveth life to they
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That splash of gold that doth spread

whirlwinds of light that doth the leaves
of emerald set alight doth rise to
embroider the earth with streaks of
carnelian that glow bright the trees
bathed inst pink mist ast if powdered
with crushed silk gleams the grasses
waving gems like pins of colour
lustrous to robe the earth ornate clouds
of light that hover to Ohh my sight a
thousand hills swirling trees casting
vermilion clouds that paint the sky Yet
they in their coffins gilded builded of the
trees denuded andst barren maketh the
earth ast onst their media screens
streams trees bathed inst pink mist ast
if powdered with crushed silk gleams
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Sense the scent ‘neath moon silver coin

hung onst dark velvet night sent flowery
bouquets of perfumed dew Ahh the
breath of heated cunts sweating lips of
puffy flesh that twine about the earth as
out breathes the blooms that soaks the
airs that drip odours of delightfulness
to intoxicate upon the fumes floating
bubbles that burst to shatter mists of
rose cassia Ohh that doest paint upon
the night inst strokes of pearly beaded
light brocaded curtains of flowers
regalia in meadows soaked perfumed the
air the breeze Yet with windows closed
they burn incense in their coffins gilded
fumes floating bubbles that burst to
shatter mists of rose cassia
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Orchards looketh strung with fruit

like curtains of juicy flesh perfumed
ripe ast randy cunts that seep mushy
froth to coat lips inst scented dew
pearls that glint onst trees like fiery
candelabra of fruit fleshy mushy pears
apricots pink tinted bursting fresh wet
with sunlight that drips to pool
liquidities of powdered pollen scents
whirling swirling colours kiss the eyes
drenched inst hues of iridescence
encircling the earth inst frutivity glossy
wavlets of lusciousness Yet upon the
earth lay about the rubbish of they of
cans of fruit with pictures of pears
apricots pink tinted bursting fresh wet
with sunlight that drips
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Ahh this mind of I be harrss’d full of

woe for they But call I deluded to
sing onst my Mad Man Mountain
with eyes aglow I an idiot be for
pointing out to they that
They create paradise Yet live midst a
sewer be
They feed their senses Yet lay waste
to all
They create beauty Yet beauty cant see
Yet my sighs be my joy doth disclose
ast their moans their woes not hide
Andst upon mine breath be my content
with less ast upon their flesh tears the
pains of seeking more to excess
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Ahh on my Mad Man Mountain

with this mind of I inst the clouds
so white pearl froth free to wander
this earth that of all life doth give
birth a thousand worlds of blossom
blooms tinged gold perfumed so
sweet that thoughts doest stop andst
linger onst this silent void this
emptiness ‘neath shades of trees that
paint indigo shadows that ripple the
earth with this form of I concealed
midst water-lilies splashed with
silver tips that slip along the lips of
I ast inst lockstep they those Ants
inst their “death spiral” they pace out
their delusions dance
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Ohh the breeze doth sweep the hair of I to

swirl inst lace that doth embroider the sky
see the pollen fly that upon mine lips doth
lay andst tip each thread to glow gold
fragrant perfume that doth with the blooms
of lacquered flower doth mix to coat the
wings of parrots-green with the joy of I
that sings the voice of I that paint
delightfulness upon the clouds with
flickering sunlight onst a screen of bright
gold Ahh onst my Mad Man Mountain
water-lilies and bloom the birds doest mate
andst all life doth fuck where life be neither
good or bad where clouds andst geese andst
all unfold onst their natural course where
they the lemmings trudge out their
delusions path fromst which neither gods
nor I canst budge
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Ohh soar above I the lilac clouds

mind free empty ast the sky ast below
geese homeward fly whilst plait I hair
with plums ast sunlight vermilion pours
o’er the lips of I ast like some pretty
girl upon my lips her lips doest place
andst to suck my lips like ripe cherry-
fruit-flesh inst solitude inst bliss see
I below blent red with blue the
perfumed blooms gilded petals edges
molten light that alloys all inst emerald
glitter plumed hills whirling shimmer
flames of gold thru the void where be I
free bathed inst scent of violet light
where they be rich But poor inst their
poverty of wanting more whilst what
they have But flakes upon the floor
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Ahh atop Mad Man Mountain

stars shoot across the sky lighting the
eyes of I brilliant glows of gold that
shoot out light thru massed clouds lilac
that float froth-flowers that scatter
blossoming blooms to I that licks my
flesh like the tongues tip of a randy girl
that doth my prick to flick inst this void
where doth I wander leaving no trace
upon this place the sighs of joy of I
echo thenst go dissolving into the
emptiness of the empty mind of I that
say they is But delusions dreams for
say I to they be thee caught inst
embroided webs of gold for none wander
with I beyond the webs of speaking
tangled words which be they keeping
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Andst so atop my Mad Man

Mountain with the breeze inst my
hair flowing weaving threads around
this green emerald void where upon
within this mind of I no dust doth
settle fromst that human bowl where
they doest run around andst no
tangle knots of vines doest hinder
this gate of I to which none doth
visit or nor But pass thru too
those drifting clouds where above
doest I dance thru moonbeams andst
does skip twixt sunlight andst dance
andst skip to weave thru around
clutching rainbows thru which doth
doest I dance andst kiss andst fuck
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nymphs andst Fairy Queens ‘neath

leaves shimmering andst flowers
perfumed to kiss our flesh with the
bliss of purple mist out pouring fromst
our breaths without a thought at rest
inst idleness at peace with all Where
moonbeams drip perfumes that doth
drink I up into drunkenness sip I
sunbeams that warm like fire to shatter
my joys o’er the earth like diamonds
alight froth-flower littering the night
inst yellow pools glinting parrot-green
hues where above accepting lay I where
earth with sky merge andst no human
track disturbs where be But writ
To be sane Yet inst the chains of conformity
To be unchained Yet insane with no community