ashamed of this poem i'm syck of always having to take your no for an answer
i've had enuph of your illogical restriction factory
fuck your limitation regulation establishment
it's begging to be broken fucking down
you'll probly label me liberal or eccentric
but i prefer to say yes to my fabric of life
you only feel safe being like everyone else
you're just a pile of dead moral cow shyt
i couldn't grow a mushroom fart thought off of you
not even god would give a good goat shyt about you
you should breathe the life of yes, you moron
the exotic sigh of accomplishment and pride
be glad you got away with living outside more often
why do you cower in fear of excitement
your mind's too limited for my attention span
my hightech boogie won't receive your crap
your soul's too fragile for my concocktions
you should get high on elevation acceleration
if i were such a coward, i'd fear your god, too
he couldn't grow a mushroom cloud shyt off of you
i outgrew your moldy clothing mold long ago
but you're fascinated by your funbags of cheetos
always distracted by your fascist product gods
the jesus media is your diet pill saviour
whatever they can fucking sell you
i regurgitate your biohazard waste
i reject your radioactive prison fantasy
i am the divine deviation from your boring norm
i grew my wings of yes so long ago
i have no interest in your product copy of no
i don't need to buy into your salvation station
i want what's bleeding under that shy cloak
be brave and bold and daring and reckless
and show me that naked fucking soul
give me what i came here to see
i'm wasting my time on your stupid obstacle course
fuck your illconceived crash course in disaster
you're a wet behind the ear wet dream pipe dream
you still puke your suffocations all over me
i'll evolve gills and inhale my fucking life
i'll lung and heart my way into your treasure chest
i'll shock your passions clear back to life
show you why exhileration brand is the best
choose to say fucking one big yes to your life
feel that stupid slave chain just fade away
now go to denny's and fuck your boss's wife
i just fucked your limitations in the mouth
watch your fear clothing structure head south dead
now let's play some prince and i'll fuck your no
perhaps some barry white, no fuck you
you're not alive enuph to be seduced
just sedated enuph to be confused
Sunday, January 06, 2019
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