Rhyme Time

Plus "reality"

What is real?  These words?  You, the reader?  Me, the writer?  None of the above? Is anything real?  The earth?  The sea?  The sky?  Are bodies real?  Mind?  Soul? Blah blah blah.   Solid, liquid, gas?  Breath, blood, bone?  Does anything matter?  Are we even alive?  Is heaven real?  What are dreams?  Does telepathy happen?  So many questions.  So few answers.  I think a thought about that.  Thy thigh.  My mind.  God’s goodness.  Devil’s evil.  Love’s leaving.  Hate’s heat.  The cold, dark, empty, inhospitable vastness of the universe.   Dark matter, dark energy, dark money, and the dark side of the force.  Light and levity.  Laughter and slaughter.  Fun and funerals.  Hated death.  Loved Louvre.  Sex and murder, and Samsara.  Jinn, Eblis, Satan, Shiva, and Jess.  The numbers of deceased have decreased, as the numbers of links with the east have increased!  Words, like birds, flying over my head.  Global Underground thumping vibrations, below.  Growing flowing, and declining mining.  Wet sweat and dry pie.  Flower power and weak geeks.  Strong but wrong.  Monsters from Muenster.  Demon semen.  Hell’s bells.  Satanic panic.  Criminal subliminal.  Holy moly.  Blessed and confessed.  Thought bot.  Rhyme time.  Stupid cupid.  Brilliant Killian.  Beer here.  Mudbloods.  Ugh, bugs.  Dirty Gertie. Buddha is my buddy.  Jesus, he's us.  The lord's hoard, Jesus the Croesus.  Healthy and wealthy.  Fit and shit.  Love above, and foes below.  The real deal.