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You, who's reading me now (or reading my words)
(Or: My reader – or my words' reader)
Are you certain that you 'apprehend' my language and its semantics?
(Certainly a literal translation)
Speaking of certainty, be certain this isn't an exhausted trial of satirizing/extolling the postmodern dilemma;
(Mind you, I didn't capitalize 'postmodern' for I possess no knowledge to contain that shit)
I joke you not;
Have my computer swarmed with Trojans, I won't be irked.
Of course, I'm talking about the virus. I've already told you I'm poorly educated. Troy for me is only a prose poem translated into English; not the real thing.
Read me as you do a Borges with scanty intelligence and greater sex drive;
What shall I do to show you that I'm the nicest person you'd ever meet?