The materials of a truck come from the Earth
same as those built inside each human birth
An electronic brain, in the truck's engine makes it go
and gunky are the minds of men's souped-up egos!
The materials of a truck come from the Earth
same as those built inside each human birth
An electronic brain, in the truck's engine makes it go
and gunky are the minds of men's souped-up egos!
Soap box professor on the corner of
Harmony Court and St. Jude Avenue
emoting truthful realities of a good book
Yea, the highest of Homo-sapient virtues
the very best of all human characteristics
preached from Freud's Psychology of Love
Bubba Cunt, the dear, sweet child
of Forrest Gump and Buford Blue
became a cocksucker down New Orleans way
in a shitty whorehouse run by your ugly mama
All human pain pours like a heavy Tuscan rain
upon rooves of red, bleached-white, barrel clay tile
gushing fretfully over blocked gutters and rusty spouts
as the suffering tears of a thousand good listeners
I weep as I watch the happy endings of sad movies
just like my mom when we attended them together
I remember well her heartbreaking, quivering faces
all those triumphant emotions, a collage of feelings
welled into glorious, Blue Marbled, crystalline tears
at the bottom of her sweet Northern European eyes
I also sob seeing the ecstasy of pure strangers' faith
parent plus siblings witnessing the glowing fruition
of their beloved one's singing competition dreaming
proud wetness dripping from each enamored peeper
as if coming from the apex throne of human rapture
then gloriously lifting to heights of tripled rainbows
If we're so special as a species
indeed, have more in common
with Godlike images than any
a one-celled amoebic lifeform
Then how can ants crawl into
our snoots the same way they
creep dead cats and great ape
just doesn't make sense to me
The ego conks out with its host
And roams a lonely, limpid ghost
Steer clear the narcissistic boast
By honing munificence the most