lousy subhuman
afraid to exist coward!
if redemption could be
you wouldn't have to read,
wouldn't have to seek
a part-of-a-team-type feeling
now reeling damnit you should keel
nausea of shame for time wasted kneeling
gags separation panic seals sarcophagus
for mummies are the product of an 'us'
and never could a herd forging weave
be the key to alleviate morelonging.
self-core is the only distant shore--
inward oceanics need a keen explorer, otherwise
wisdom in store is torn away
never to see a daylight ray,
doomed to forgotten darknight dreams
while wake being is reamed out by voices
designed to premake choices
in spite of softscreaming sense;
intuitive white picket fence overrun
by broiled undermen bearing
leathery skulls and soupy minds
set in place remotely by evil Hitlers
who fume behind respectable desks
and schedule collusions of bastard-brains
to try make indelible ego stains.
They love to feign personal totality,
convinced by pride that's their modality;
to fund vast orgies with revenues of fallacy--
as always a very profitable racket
tailored to fit glovelike tightly on top
of sweaty human hands
that had handled reality justfine,
never needing a fat lineup of loafing charlatans
to inspect fictive aspects with lenses
ground out to be injurious
to your self-determination, a tactic
defended by legions of casuist pens
and smoothish blabbering sophists--
their pride and joy is stoking cysts;
boils and pustules and tumors
deforming the surface of earth.
Most of mankind could now
be classed as planetary cooties;
naught above chiggers or ticks and at least
actual leaches have medicinal utility.
civilization is a hemorrhage of
transcendent bestial vitality
out of wounds disallowed healing privilege.
Obviously, if everywhere else
the blood flows it must needs run red
here also praytell what should be done instead?
afraid to exist coward!
if redemption could be
you wouldn't have to read,
wouldn't have to seek
a part-of-a-team-type feeling
now reeling damnit you should keel
nausea of shame for time wasted kneeling
gags separation panic seals sarcophagus
for mummies are the product of an 'us'
and never could a herd forging weave
be the key to alleviate morelonging.
self-core is the only distant shore--
inward oceanics need a keen explorer, otherwise
wisdom in store is torn away
never to see a daylight ray,
doomed to forgotten darknight dreams
while wake being is reamed out by voices
designed to premake choices
in spite of softscreaming sense;
intuitive white picket fence overrun
by broiled undermen bearing
leathery skulls and soupy minds
set in place remotely by evil Hitlers
who fume behind respectable desks
and schedule collusions of bastard-brains
to try make indelible ego stains.
They love to feign personal totality,
convinced by pride that's their modality;
to fund vast orgies with revenues of fallacy--
as always a very profitable racket
tailored to fit glovelike tightly on top
of sweaty human hands
that had handled reality justfine,
never needing a fat lineup of loafing charlatans
to inspect fictive aspects with lenses
ground out to be injurious
to your self-determination, a tactic
defended by legions of casuist pens
and smoothish blabbering sophists--
their pride and joy is stoking cysts;
boils and pustules and tumors
deforming the surface of earth.
Most of mankind could now
be classed as planetary cooties;
naught above chiggers or ticks and at least
actual leaches have medicinal utility.
civilization is a hemorrhage of
transcendent bestial vitality
out of wounds disallowed healing privilege.
Obviously, if everywhere else
the blood flows it must needs run red
here also praytell what should be done instead?
