Thursday, September 18, 2008
Essay
Some beliefs can be defined
As future-unfriendly policy.
When I remake a moral judgment
Into a fit of beef
Like a phoenix ensconced in jacket
Because my beliefs are tendonitis and docile
Like kittens on command can claw your face by the millions
Into a pool of mellow thrushes
Who sing until the day you return from hunting
With your boots as a man who followed you
Canceling the show was a task from god
Those who know drugs fearfully to turn into hope
Followed emission of a concept tweet
World judgment lags behind my desire to shine
As the best instrument most vocal defender
Itemization of plush realities and furry states
My moral code is a gift vase you cannot return
but that now you must obey
But you wouldn’t find flowers there
Because ultimately flowers are non-conformists.
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1 comment:
Nice. I love the last 4 lines especially.
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