The Bigot

The world is huge but perceptions must be in one albumen it matters not the belief and background of other men atmosphere always created, far from the banana belt if not only my this, all your that, should simply melt self is absolute, tolerance is lidded a contrary perception expressed and you are so dead sacred are the ideologies especially from an ancestor a different view must always end in a clamour the mind’s eyes open a little and anger enjoys a baby boom crude mentality kissed, remaining within the bedroom discussions must dwindle to sharpen the needle arguments prick plenty for connection to enfeeble the caretaker of ideas, arrogant to accept or reject absorbing into one thought, the desired project variety is a spice now scattered relationships, more volatile and shattered ‘my way, my thoughts’ a very bad slogan being adamant to oneself results to a bad organ he wants to penetrate every mind with one thrush yet, still a cursed personality and a slush.