homo sapiens say give me a break…. or a steak. honestly fake and easy to make.

The second time for the who knows how many times tries at skimpy lies bundled up and labeled surprise! it cries and to life, jumps,

coming to rise

opens eyes

cries

lies

buys

performs live

expert in jive

high fives and muff dives

barflies and long drives

hopeful bribes to stay alive

the walk along lines

saying

careful, son, cause its

thrive or dive

juggling knives and wives

conniving and writhing

always dying,

stopped trying after too much crying and repeating

rhyming im not buying

mouth drying as the words are slime frying

repeatedly hung for drying outside,

the monsters spying. waiting for you to be minding

minding yer own they take yours and make it their own and moan and bone and

loan and groan of their special seriousness is being shown in the big boy grown,

mind of stone, so you are much safer being alone to get blown and gobble ‘done

to bed thrown without making a sound

a note

or a write, waited all night for the same old thing

scared and

microwave bing!

leading to bring

the song to sing this

evening and night

long into the dark

blathering lark lit by spark

passed out in the park with slacks of shark

blindly trying to hit the mark thinking physical dapper is the answer

knowing the reason for the joy is good old disco dancer

reeling and rocking throughout the glow and sparkle of time

the living sights overflowing the cause for knowing

that stumbles and always goings that comings

are stopped and the influx valves cropped and tied off

dried off and skinned hide off, just to write off

as a blind scoff that they got off

on

the power and yearning to toy

with any old boy or even girl

no qualms about who as long as its you

who stays glued to their poison boobs of nothing chemical breathing truths

drinking shady in the dusty booths that we used to peruse the news

and turned booze into words used to dazzle yous, praise them in pews

make ‘em front page news and designer shoes, still with everything to lose

so poorly choose and fake the blues, brushing off yer dues with ease and expertly learned smooths.

so ill smoke and toke, a goofy dope

smiling joke and an easy poke

forever broke and a matching tote

lifted by the ‘scrot

…um

… i thought i wrote

but basically not even a speck of a note in a world where there is value in the gloat.

so heart smote and hiding out in the moat.

leftover goat for dinner and silent stupid throat

it dont work, its all spooked and skittish leaving trail of junk

lost all my spunk when i had to bunk

with some halfassed “punk”

fucking bunk dick dunk of a cunt

portraits of complex junk, perfectly composed

crafted with care but a flimsy stare you wear, mon frere

seen through

left bare

and convinced they are rare strutting cocky mare

sensual slut with a mouth watering pair

or a silly serious glare from over there

where the gang of thugs stare and fix their totally stellar hair

both for beauty and to share at the cutting edge fair

who cares about the fares of being fair when

i will retire to my lair and have a bubble bath with barry white beaming bassy love light, feeling alright but slight.

for constant fright take flight and i might just bite and walk the narrow days and sell myself for two bit empty praise and no more waves and no more rhyming for funk sake yer as exciting as the man made lake,

get it, maaaaan

fucking fake!

so jokes on me,

like a face hit

with a step on the rake

misplaced in the days gone by covered in brown leaves crunch

and reruns of the brady bunch playing forever

while i contently eat my lunch

made at home early that day

happily carried

pleased all the way

way to go on the sticker from the teacher

yer going to hell, something something something

said the preacher

and i still became the leacher

the lecherous old clump

scouring the dump

for a gold nugget from the days of simple ease

thoughts from bees, and holy trees

sucked dry from human disease

all we want is all we please.

so ending the tantrum in sudden surrender and sleaze

happy to dumbly be,

im a sneeze in the breeze

a single janlge of keys

or a sound of the knees

ending with please

and as miscellaneous as gathering beads

of sweat sometime, somewhere

on the forehead, dropped from the hair

always liquid nowhere

i become the goo intangible

and bounce away in an ancient glare.

gone and back and gone again,

time for tasteless and time for

special shine from the golden gift racks

where theres a plethora of shallow

attacks at yer back and a ruthless kick to the sack

brings me back to the grumbling ghost

stuck in the crack

of good friends ass

fed with bullshit and sass

forced to drink gas and buck to be passed

torn up and harassed

no class, havin a blast

and losing

fast

running past in body cast and lost in the mass

splash crash

and then bash

yer trash with a swift

yer set adrift to lift

the weights of the game

the flame of the lame

burning with the rage of tame

the greedy jones for fame

and the meaning not found

just the incriminating stain

you got thinking you wouldnt be plain

too insane

so i hide in brain, trap already lain to protect the train out of control you seem to be, nothing nothing

something

and a spare

always exploding bright and hungry for love in its gluttonous search for attentions of various universes, never wanting less than the rest, cause you are the best! so fucking sure you made it a nest, to test the stress of yer rest barely at all

cause in sleep you may fall, down to second place, that cannot happen ill be a disgrace to this face and to space which is a race to debase yer so called homies and blowmes when words are words and baloney is throwing

easily caught and easily sent

this is way too much,

im spent

……………………. sign on my forehead says: FOR RENT.

until everything wanes…

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