To Beef Or Not To Beef

I’m a free spirit rising a freethinker dreaming Stoically climbing the surreal limbo bar, But I don’t know why i’m no bright spark for split seconds on fire lighting up the dark Yet we have one with burning aspirations peers into his own sky it goes over most heads Just like mother earth oh that monster who never shared a bed Unresurrected yet alive drones from a hive uniformity in his wardrobe reminds me of a Gucci slave in fox fur skin self imposed virgin His yellow ribbon tie, symbolic of no hope tourniquet for the throat leers around corners peers over the edge paranoid with multifaceted sides seen through opaque eyes equals the root of Pi r squared be careful not to stare Does his hell refuse lepers can I comment without being masked stop me spreading gossip through questions I ask, Searching for answers or setting traps they come thick and fast But like always with many gaps Cast out of Eden for the beef he’s eaten an iPhone heathen Doesn’t know when beaten perhaps tofu can sweeten the Shakespearian cretin By David Kavanagh