vista vista vista (cut-up spam poem)

at the first encounter language is the worst thing to do;
forgive me, son and men - so far it's been like a life, like
an encounter that a face makes twistin' in death... a clear
conscience, worst cowardice and that foolish legislation
to preserve contracts like language, I hate this, I do - it's
been pretty fun to know to what professional love is not.