to nowhere,
better yet,...
our destination.
the long dirt nap
in a plush pine box.
desperately we be seeking
something to squeeze,
some fondle flesh,
Our president is a pussy grabber
other grasp for gold,
Bill Gates has the second largest economy in his pocket,
many want fame,
Prince died alone in an elevator
ME! little old me,
I want my plastic cup full,
of a delicious beverage
no more convincing myself
that up is down.
or
2 + 2 = 5.
I will UNTHINK your thought
double plus my observation of reality
into my think.
but still my eyes return
to back to where I have left.
Repeating the same mistakes, FOOL
or
life is a cosmic dance
we be shaking like Shiva
trying avoid our fate,
of
pushing up the daisies,
being blown by the wind,
or maggot food
wherever you choose to rest in peace,
till the day of the dead!
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