Now you seethe me, no see, don't!

 

The Danger of Seeing What Others Don’t | Shi Heng Yi

I

On the C-flat, I go F- Dim sharp, grow a pair;

when I cojones your arguments full gangsta.

Confused conundrums, choosing to affair;

then bondage meets bukkake, the tentacles share.

Who got eaten out, and who ate a pity cake stfu.

Now you seethe me, no see, don't rasta!

Man the bruh, as the manholes played hoe Blair.

II

Off guard and cups, the Young Guard was same old;

Gestalt and Zeitgeist had Gay Science to silent soy.

Entranced in the gesture, left-right, femme/homme sold;

how should youth find themselves in cosmopolitan fools-gold.

Turmoil on demand, for who dares to have values certainty;

Post-Modernist have no History and the arrow dost oye.

Hail to Zeno, the Phyrexians Agnus Dei to Slaanesh Bold.

III

Alert the over-thinker, and tie him down at the Ivory Tower;

let Rapuntzel be her ward, Hereward be the judge to take seat.

Now you seethe me, no see, don't – happy Sabbath day, Chowder!

Provoke your tension and let it go, for laughter is remedy empower;

wisdom detaches your pride from your first person Miamy Heat.

Learn to let go of wrath and sloth, as you accept your short bleak.

Know Yourself and Love the pussy, who can become the Bowser.