The Sleep of Reason

listening to mud
heh
so 'R' you

i am still flirting with disaster
dis-aster = star removal

i have a friend, as friends go in my game globe
he shall be called K

neither medler nor pedlar, altho he has stolen stars himself

he calls it all sui side
that's to say aligning with sui generis
it's sure slow - let me tell you

i skirt the issue, like warm saline salts into tissue
i am exoteric, endoteric, and also esoteric

we all have the grasp of the iam
we do
but i'm not telling your simple pimply ass the password

dirty birdy

i will surf with circumstance, and do not HONESTLY
feel that aqualung had a bad life

i wont laugh when i see a species trying to breathe underwater without me
but

nuff said

i am a humorist, albeit with a little bitter lemony twist
like harold smith, i made it myself, in the back
your attack, love this slack - won't hang myslef with clever lines - yet
don't fret, unless it;s twelve - an octave of grab and have
i write fiction, that way i am not culpable for carnage, i have silent trophies galore
yet my image isn't tarnished - poorly finished stories makes the finest strategies
you can't really vanish me cause then my legacy will rise up biologically
ecologically - and even legally - finishing your senseless turn
can't see more than a decade in advance - i wish i had a decade in my
...
you can't see why i'm handing over the CEO
his words will run the show in a thousand years
his achoo is a gift to SAVE LIVES
...

simpler choices perhaps
mundunum is the only path to survival
just wait til my acquittal and the subsequent revival
"put me in a wheelchair and get me to the show"
...
now behold ellipsis as a structure
i can ask the sun nicely
if he'll stop burning
i can beg the world to stop her ceaseless turning
...

take the bait
an let me &^%* some shiat to hell
or three generations of pruning
i love due process
everybody has a name
got game baby?

put it where your hear t i s