Down Town
Where all the bright lights flicker faintly behind all of the dimness
I am in the epicenter
In the Matrix
Resting upon a potpourri of laurels, clover and chrysanthemum
These past few days, maybe one, going on two
Who cares, really?
Why must anyone be in my know?
Show and tell is damned near over and, lemme tell you, I am very far from wowed..
I want to be thrown down and plowed with a certain benevolent fury
The kind that only exists in a few faraway places
Places that have never really been too far away
I suppose it depends upon how one wants to look at the entire affair
To some, a fair is a miraculous spectacle that woos the mind
How the whole thing is suddenly erected in the middle of Town\'s Square in the passing on only one night
Just like jolly ole St. Nick
How he embarks on his dutiful journey
All of this is just one night
That eight foot tall rabbit with his fetish for hiding the fabrics of childhood in plastic canisters
His pension for creating abstract art using vinegar and food coloring to make designs upon his eggs
He, too, gets the fuck on the movidas all in just one night
That bitch of a Tooth Fairy, how she comes too steal your crumbling bones from your head rest
Leaving behind a mere stash that leprechauns would turn their noses up to in an ungrateful little huff
Is anything ever enough for those of them that have it all behind their belts?
Leaving unlawful welts all over the fleshy tapestries of both victims and willing participants everywhere across the plane
Standing there waiting for cyclones to come and prune their wheat into wealthier illusions
The corn fields that line the grid just to allow stories of the macabre to unfold
Blatant, brutal, raw monotony
Creating the masses of ugly heretics for polygamy to claim as its brood
You would think that the homely hookers would have some nights when they are simply not in the mood
Dude, it is far beyond a rat race out there
The race keeps on going and going
Will there be anyone waiting at the finish line who is inept enough to slice through the crimson banner?
For that matter, is there anyone who even still cares?
For all of our self-induced grievances, we have twice as many sins that we have been given no choice but to bare
\"Beware of the dog\" speaks the Mandarin to the Blessed Luck Dragon
We, the beasts breathing the flames of invention
Creating rebellion
And so that little hellion of mine who is stuck on stupid in the heart of The Wolf Country gets away again
He was never running, nor was I
He had built me all up again with the powers that lie in his magical little head
He had built me a castle on the clouds up in his sky
Fuck, I would of been happy enough just to die with him there
But, then, this pubescent little fuck wad decided to come intrude upon it all
Emerging from a dark, Masonic chasm at the climax of our pre-destined interlude
Been there, won\'t ever do that crazy shit again
He and his fat ass necromantic crack whore of a sister probably teamed up with his cousin Henry and together willed me into creating my Face Book page
To entangle me in the Illuminatti\'s tangled little web of deceit
Look here, you wannabe witches...Take a number, find a seat!
You all think that I am off is some Never Never Land
But, I am actually pumped and ready
I am up on my feet, been walking for miles and miles
My one and only trial is over and done with, just about gone
The tribulations are the only thing that keeps me moving forward
Going on a thousand, a million, maybe more
In whatever I do, wherever I go, I am indeed an insatiable whore
Once they cut me that check, I am going to purchase a revolving door on all four sides of my being
So , I can see even more crazy shit than I usually see...
12/01/2011