The right rite is a ritually written by
rote writ
NOT!
Creativity proclivity; wit, not rot
what? Creative wit, or pos?
Yes, your address should not be a mess,
but whatever's clever.
Raining brain, a sound mined, from the
inter-net (fun funeral)
nevermind, always mined-
teaching a computer to be clever
alliteration and assonance, rhyme and
crime, the law and Allah
unusual diction, vocabulary, word!
Plus war and wards, violence and
insanity, violins and manatees
God says thou shalt, not that wit shit,
not a bit
but bitcoin, that's another matter
altogether
although it's virtual, not made of mass
virtuoso virtue, god's glad greed for
good
money is my One (God is one, neo)
cash for crypto-currency, seas of
liquidity, afloat on salty language
buy, bye, by, bi, bai (be you? why)
money for monkeys, food and shelter and
fun, all for one
If God is infinite, how can He be One?
No skin.
Or are we truly one consciousness,
perceiving itself subjectively?
Ah, drugs. Drugs, bugs, ughs, and
thugs. And mug-shots (ow, in face?)
Well, not Coke. Coke may be it, but
it's shit, corrosively crappy. M T.
Cane sugar, cocaine, and coke
(charcoal?) for trains,
on track to fate, destiny, kismet
-unless derailed!
training and practice, battles with
clubs or words,
clubhouse, beer on tap, biers for fears
the t-shirt says no fear, but terror
fright anxiety, tremble
relax, go do it, when you want to get
to it, when you wanna come
sings Frankie, from the '80's, to the
queers, gays, homos, fags, poofs
dicks and assholes, all. Very weird.
Strange. Unusual. Bizarre.
Insane, actually, if you ask me, God.
Poof, sb and de.
Principal object of faith, Supreme
being, and divine entity.
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