Homo Faber

It says: Fatlum SADIK Hates the twilight of a day's labor loss of an inmate scurrying gullie and the combined delay of newly freed spirits caught by nets of frustration, the timid and the fearful molancole of the early, the short-lived mecurity, and oh that deceitful and insulous correction that Africa overplayed correctly [...]
It says: Lucky SADIK
I Hate the Nights of a Work Day
Tow of a prisoner's gulliff
The haste and mutual delay of newly freed souls
Caught by the net of frustrations, timidity, and fear - inspiring melancholi
Those of old who lived at ease,
And oh
that deceptive, exfiling joint
It's super-called correctness of cooperation
that greed called respect
poured out in the laughter of the cliche cocks
Enjoying Without Pleasure
Returning to Daytime Self - Desply Headquarters
judicious trend in unsavory fade
in the true union
But
You stupid, modern-day liar.
Hold on to your late Christian.
I wanted the rescue obtained.
I don't want any honey.