assume

“ Writing and talk do not prove me,
I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face,
With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic.” — Walt Whitman

Assumptions might be assigned one’s
middle name — should one attain to —
a certain — size — unreliable,
unemployable, unlovable, unbelievable,
unfuckable — but label-able! Die soon,
don’t care, can’t fun — gobbledygook
fulfilling. Clearly clueless! Obviously
stupid! When others afford a surfeit of
reasons and excuses, disdain and only
one single solitary thing to blame …
imagine inside this — oversized (wtf) —
skin: my mien, all wrong, stay home,
be proved by your condemnation.

— joystjohn