a phobic means to an unending end
See me fast, feel me low, watch me strike
as I feel myself bottom blend slow into an aqeous blood slumber
silk circulating all rotten terms as I fornunicate
the manicial social countermeasures I must employ
each day here on this Earth to stay unstillborn;vertical,
co-conscious and ever present, I juxtapose
this side of a recognizable happenstance glance of being human.
A brain beacon of contorted body contours and ugly compromises
compels my aimless, shiftless and pointless body careens
into a coincidental Metamorphisis of battle with all elements that
ever-lastingly surround my supposed derivative surveillance
ultimately leading to the judgement. None that of which I know.
I think, therefore I am? Do I even exist in this moment? am I a mistake?
Someone with a mindmeld accurate hold of our place in infinity once said these words. Am I Somebody?Anybody?Nobody?
In my destination of holy conscious efforts in entertaining my fellow "sap"-iens; in negating their intrepid wrongness of their lifelong exposure
to individual ineptiness,
their PC psycho social stupidity, bending over to all of the "socialized anal-ities' that have been sorely intro-forced upon us through corporeal/parental punishment, and other sick f--k activities for infantile/racial/sexual/religious, and all other time capsuled compliances that keep us all under intelligent.
I hereby label you as incompetents and Scumrags of the first order.
Hopefully our evolution to greater beings, worthy of an exaltation, with the sanc-tity of our planet's life in the forefront of eternity, we will endure.
You know who you are and what, to others, you have done. In the name of what?? Why? How come? Regrets? N/A.
In order for me to even look your way, I will need a viable Resume/Vita and Character references from you. I can then determine your "species" and favorability for open discussion. If u see me hitching, run me over, please.
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2017