Chastity and temperance are the sins of an egoist
barnacle pyramid octagon paragon slipping away
all the time, but boxing glove grappling opiate carcinogate
popsicles, frozen mnute maid stickers pricking
from the walls of the tunnel, but whoa, sorry about that
but I blister penis hands, no!
All right I’ve got to settle down, see I’m a very silly person
and I was giggling as I typed this, so I might fall in on and fuck
purity political apples poop sausage links like I’m five
but I’ll do my best, to stay in control boogie nightfall and weep
in the prison of a mirror, because this seems important
a thing to feel, this is growth.
See the screen of sense wagging a gay finger at me mister man
lisping with a whistle around his necktie, painting Dr. Melfi
on the can but from behind, ya know so ya don’t
see anything, seductive skinny nothing master hooked on
phonics, teaching me to understand the world, for it’s not
facts that stay, but effects.
Pimple pumpernickel pottery, but let’s figure it out period
popsicle pants, understand that feelings are facts
as life is love at the same run time death proof trailer
trucker blow job blister, action films are philosophy
especially kung fu, for when form is function
beauty exists, looks like.