God Is Dad

dialog with myself invariably involves others we are all perceivers nobody escapes no really and truly trust me on this no manufacturing of childish evasions maybe it is best to be born into a family with family values ablaze with comfort and sanitation lost in a forest of memories amusingly arrayed for shoppers exactly like the TV version fortunately I was in touch with my inner juvenile delinquent unlettered by any known normalcy nor crazed by the expectation of gold or even gold paint from a rattle can our addiction to pleasure is no Darwinian accident we really do learn to act from movies no really and truly trust me on this our tune is a complicated little number in several keys at once upon your mother's pedestal is one between cognition and reflex is another in the keyhole universe location location location I may need an axe to free my thoughts just so I can play dumb when you know too much you go for the guts in a trail blazing effort to avoid media suppression by the CIA Clairvoyant Intelligence Agency chronically in for interrogation OK let's play who's more paranoid if this poem is minus the above line then it has been tampered with 754 million hand sewn Humpty Dumpty nerve connections later sutured like Frankenstein's test dummy a bungee cord full of existential tension I seem to be strapped to a microscope plunging to new vistas and panoramas recoil in horror from what you were behavior can also be modified by better info if you let it how's that for mind warfare pretty propaganda pretty pretty for the young and the innocent left screaming in a gas station toilet wrapped in today's newspaper comics section puzzle page how long can the charade continue when autonomous is still an illegal word this is an audience participation piece from the Federal Pencil Council and for the terminally nostalgic the night arched quietly above From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/