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Lost In the Sauce.

What is Expression  
- a preoccupation communicated by language 
uttering, an utterance 
intonation bounded by inaudibility. 
 
 
Hence what for Linguistics  
- a scientific quantification of human language 
disunited into categories not to mention context. 
 
 
Where I call home, the gutter stays a float 
violence is rocketing 
still the fireworks are unseen. 
The average age of each kid carrying is only / was 15 
and while I sit pouring out my heart out to you, 
chances are outside someone dies alone 
pouring onto the pavement where they once played free. 
 
 
Despite mindless violence, 
only two per cent of those penalized by the justice system 
were sent to custody to be educated. 
Six out of ten cases never even reach court, 
so a knife is not so oppressive 
when you don't feel the force of it. 
 
 
Wait 12 months, same shit 
different day - faded away by the collision 
of boredom and locked gates, 
turning on anything 
rather than your own thoughts. 
 
 
We could start with a murder, 
shocking details to wet the appetite 
making you wonder what the worlds turned into. 
A young dad-of-one stabbed to death in his own home 
late Saturday night. 
He was 26, 
"He was a charismatic, lovely lad." 
that is all we have left. 
Still people preaching 
kids did not act like that in my day. 
 
 
Violence is human nature, 
we, the context broke and shared out 
between the beasts that show themselves. 
Bounded, not by mouth 
by wrists and moral imagination. 
Mortality-rate is all we need to make ourselves understood. 
 
 
Go to fined Bono, David Davis, Norman Brennan, 
David Cameron or Malorie Blackman, 
The Duchess and the Queen of all England; 
 
 
Ask them to sign on, 
raise six kids on estates plagued by rats only two feet away, 
survive to £50 a week 
eat, live and sleep away ambition 
wishing for rain so we cannot see this place. 
 
 
To break out this vicious circle of fear that has been building for a decade or more. 
No one ever said this would be all we had. 
 

◄ My Minds Transition

Donna Louise. ►

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