am i to be judged?
if so we shall make a video?
and i will be prepared
drunken artist
make no bones
grind no bread
belong to nothing more
than ether
in spreading viral
memetic lanced legions of
infectious idiocracy
I wish i could pretend
to be pretentious
then i would sleep well
and not have dreams
where i am a good man
drinking to excess and realising
nothing but a product
i cannot be bought and sold
because slavery should be passe
leave me alone or look at me in your mirror
bow down to the evil king and queen that exists in your
mind as created by the thing you are looking at right now
is it reality
or one that suits us
which side do you dress
where does the strut of the cock
mind of your excess sexual effluence
want and feel itself falling
all things at all times
nothing in any place
designed by your mental ambivalence to
being correct
i find myself in opposition only in reaction
to this as being yet another opportunity
to caress the world
in worlds i can rearrange
through language of something beyond me
I borrow something blue
and fire arrows of what you think is truth
straight at you
become the essence
beware of everything you cannot know
showtime
on stage
aged
reclining now
i sit and smoke in reticence
