Skunky Beer
why am I so different?
am I?
I'm beginning to think
that I just have a blown up ego,
metamorphisis metabolic
untrancible genetic
generic flow flaw
a reconditioned range
of freedom gizz
that's stuccado in yr craw,
a wild and willy wondrous
and silly piece of turd -
that is the word,
a point to this eternal ephemeral joint,
that makes me doubt
what it's all about
A waste in a basket,
hovering over a casket...
nearing a fatal mask of death,
what do I mean,
the unobscene?...
too tubular to be inbetween...
gives me fitz
to glamourize
the sh!#^ty arses on TV,
when what I really want
to say is what
I really want to mean...
I'm in a trance now...
a Holy Cow...
a place to recognize
and over despise...
the simpleton lies....
the public cries
for they fear no evil,
and see little
of what I know...
they understand little,
of what I hold
under my big toe
crap...my beer is warm
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