What’s Left… [POEM]

I romanticize humanity until what’s left isn’t even human.

I cook up fallacies about legal aliens and add a dash of cumin.

Your chef tosses salads in the pasta section of the grocery store.

Devil’s just as confused, at heaven’s door with a dildo and an apology.

You don’t know, and no one cares where eggs go when they die.

Godzilla thinks of a car full of clowns like you would a sardine pie.

What happens when an elephant gets alzheimer’s and loses keys?

Does the paradox consume an entire circus of trapeze-act-fleas?

I ruin birthday cakes by blowing off the frosting instead of the flames.

How I do that? Count backwards from backwards and say my names.

Bittersweet love anthems pollute the brains of conscientious dames.

Heavy metal doesn’t pollute, it pacifies rage-quitting from soul-sucking games.

Out of the woodwork comes a limp prick that would work,

Long hours only to find he’d pay millions for a Miley Cyrus twerk,

Which is worth about as much as an all-female circle jerk,

Unless you add strap-ons, so strap in and lap up the knee-jerk-smirk.

It is unwise to handle scissors when one is being cutting-edge,

Because your accountants will dangle themselves off of a three-storey ledge,

When you cut up the ledgers and make light of, that is, burn, the evidence of pledge,

To the monkeys in your think-tank mailing feces to the upstart farmer’s hedge.

Now I know you’re sick of rhyming and of poems and of liver culling whisky,

But I must inform you of a pirate’s missing eye, I’ve bought sight of something risky,

I implore that when this song and dance is done, you’ll assuredly miss me,

Because I’ve told you everything about depravity, hence forth you must kiss me.

Beacons of hope shine much like cantankerous silver in the moonlight.

If you’re a werewolf that will fill you with hope and with immeasurable fright.

One day the world will admit that I’m awesome and impoverished to boot,

Because when the song and dance is done, what’s left is an ounce of…

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