Nothing to hide and nothing to say
then the sheep walk on nothing
they'd get over the bridge safe...
Alas the Big Meany Ulterior Motivator
Don't say anything don't mean anything
like Lao Tsu and Sun Tsu once sat down
just keep enough rope hanging around the tree
some poor Mockingbird will try to pass through
Less mind, well -- no mind, is better than anyone could abide!
Overthinking is the devil under the rug and our scrutiny
whatever could little red riding hood read out loud
then the BB Wolf becomes homie rap star.
Listen to New York Ambient noises moisturing your hybris
with Agni Sutra and the Times shall write a play by itself.
Nothing is more aluring, then a roadkill in Bamby's eyes
mirroring in another Deranged Modiglianis canvas.
People love shadenfreude. The gasp of fresh air after the play::
"Wow! At least I don't have a crayon up my brain to be this fucked up!!"
Watching Homer O.J Simpson it out, redeems many sins and sorrows.
At the very least I don't fuck up like that! No Dostojevsky's Evil Spirit in here.
The best video game I ever played was "There is no game"
The same is with writing poetry. Have something to say --
And then don't say it!! Hint at it like Nietzsche spoke through
Zarathustra. Make people reason with your meaning like Tanya Degurechaff
Why would you even bother writing a book, then there are good followers
and Ghoswriters in a shellshocked frenzy dying to tell your Gospel to others?
Because they there banking on your stock first and thus deserve to sit left-right
I don't care about the sitting oder. What is there to sit by, if you throw the table?
Moral Bankruptcy has always sold the best, because you can see the writing on the wall
and have a drink on the Full House. It's not the All You folks, who gonna pay the piper...
Fire sales make people rich on filth. Smut-salesmen always prosper, for they don't un out
of stuff to distribute and distill. Diluting the value, until it becomes worthless and saltless.
Why is it that rotting is so sickly sweet to taste and smell? Because otherwise you would say nay!!
Why is preventing it so salty and watery to the eyes? Deniers have always be called cockblockers.
If you think that marriage is like socker, because you can score and have goaly's in both of them
is it any wonder, then the catfish starts rotting in the head first blowing the minds of all gawkers...
How much would you pay, to see your immortal Soul in Hell? You don't understand the question,
because you there found knicking on Heavens door and peeping through the key hole, whether
or not Jesus is fucking Christ!! If your own life don't tell the tale, I don't know what rabbithole
of a Marilyn Alice did you expect to overthrow Deus ex Machina, once upon a time you're Christian.
A bitch never questions her pimps morals nor the clients she has to serve. The same is about
writing poetry. Your only question is: "Shall we begin?" "How do you want it -- ass or pussy,
or in thy mouth!" or something else along that thin red line. How can you mind about opinions
which are as frequent as asses and molasses, then you have a shit-detail to go through for your daddy?
Wow! I guess you got nothing to say, if your poetry doesn't get this upclose and personal
like a succubus giving you the Final Mass and gentle nudge in the right direction.
Rainy days and thunderstorms around Castle Frankenstein are more elaborate and intriguing
than nice calm sunny meadow banquets there nothing is aloof and all is well in the Shire...
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