Road to Perfection

 

I

Don't give a fuck then it rains cats and dogs;

running men, virgins, ho's pitchforks with dorks.

Don't suck up to the risen torch, what tries to log

you into the shelve, like a forest-elf, to be soggy

of missed opportunities, then you talked to the hand. Embark

on your Heroes journey, You alone can muster in the dark.

Many ents and hallmarks will try to poison your road.

II

Don't eat the breadcrumbs left over by the children;

for they lead under the table to be sitting on laps.

You be formula-1 and do circles around those cauldron;

let the witch be baked into a pie, while you take Tron!

Road to Perfection is paved with many tears, perhaps

it is better to eat wormwood with vinegar, entraps

of pitty-pie and other cutie lies dine fears in a den.

III

Do the raindance and be God, raise your horns –

only Victors shall tell His Story to be carved in stone!

Sell your soul to your Truth, and walk on sworn

for your duty. Who cares, how many outworn

soles you left behind the road, to Hell and bone

the next lichlord for your grand entrance to Homer!!

But many wanton fare well, not endanger the newborn...

IV

Don't give a fuck, not one step to look back;

what is glimmering in the back, while Sodom

and Gomorrah are burning down! Hack

your own path and carve your Glen in Black.

Why circle the wagons on a dogs bark, Mulder –

none shall come to Bama, to give marriage boredom.

Be your own thunder, to hail down the Mount crack!

V

Lead your own cheers, and cast thy fortuned fates;

why should you trust in competition, and their soothsay!

Many leds astray, failed to be turned in gold rate

Emo, while not even Amoled to shine in the brade.

And then it was gone, was it even there or nay?

Why should you wait, until some merchant sway:

to tell you for a dime, when to start preaching Tate!