Is it Just Me, or Am I Seeing Stars?

Welcome to the Agglomeration

Who Saw a Ship?

I saw a ship. Since then
I have been an agent,
an ambassador of my
people, fighting for peace,
justice and truth.

You read this and you think
me cliche. You think me hollow
a gullible and stupid b******.
Yeah well what the f*** do you know?

Little black strips on lines of text
smudged oddities on the
most trivial, clinical detail.
Go to h***. Kiss my a**.
Society? You're a bunch of wh***s.

You with your book. Come here.
Let me burn that. What's that, you say?
It's a Bible? Let me double burn that.
Religion? No, here's a manifesto.
I ain't letting the West come steal you
behind this hard grey Curtain, oh no
I'm not.

You kind see me, and you call me a w****r.
Right back at you. You can't catch me,
You can't hurt me, but I can kill you.
What you don't know don't hurt you, right?
Wrong.

Over the walls, over the sea, and over the borders,
An atom bomb splits its hair.
I saw a ship? Yeah that's right.
My name, you ask? Why, it's Sen.

Well, I hope you enjoyed that poem. It's certainly something a bit different from what I'm used to write, so if you hated it, please comment and let me know. The inspiration for that came to me last night at 10:30pm. I was heading home in my mum's car listening to 2Day FM, and the song
'Don't Trust Me' by 3OH3 was playing. But some words were bleeped out.

The part of the song that goes,

You tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef,
That I'm a vegetarian, I ain't fucking scared of him

became

You tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef,
That I'm a vegetarian, I ain't scared of him.

Fair enough, I hear you say. What's my point? Well the chorus which usually goes,

Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me.

became

Don't trust a
Never trust a
Won't trust a
Won't trust me.

Much better, much better. And this was at 10:30pm at night, when I had heard the unedited version at 3pm in the afternoon several times before. So much for consistency, that's just stupid.

Anyway, this was the 49th post for this blog. The 50 Post Milestone approaches.

Will it be something special?

Puzzle #2 Hint 1 - Why does the middle block have no clues?

Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremeditated contemplations.