If I've seen one First Amendment auditor, I've seen them all

and I'm appalled at what I'm seeing as tyranny's disturbing

and this violent sheeple herding goes on sans a broken law!

Why are you policing me, out here doing not one act wrong?

your duties to protect me, moving smooth democracy along

your jobs not to judge me, decide I'm breaching-o-the-peace

our sworn law enforcers must all injustice desist and cease

Ollie Hardy said it best

Well, here's another fine mess

But who's gotten into what?

Hard to say I must confess


Now a trigger-happy world

Hence, there goes the neighborhood

But what's gotten into whom?

Mischief oft misunderstood

Unfocused man without ego,

Euell Gibbons hugging a tree

brews as cultures first Karen

this 'tis how I've come to me


Fearful ashamed in re Ganja,

as tool no handle new stress

how sidetrack and triggered

I'm manifest as from a mess

Look at me, look at me

Who I am, what I know

Watch me climb to the top

Look at me steal the show


Look at me, look at me

Where I go, what I do

Watch me take all I want

Look at me not be you


Look at me, look at me

When I talk, what I say 

Watch me rise up and rule

Look at me rue the day

It doesn't at all matter who you are in this world,

because you'll just end up another rich soil's dirt

whether good or bads, in glad happiness nor sad

that's just how all the science of it actually work


It doesn't really matter who you were 'pon earth,

although I hope you were a kind and loving sort

still nothing of it reads as important here at end

and I'll share this with you in the Nihilist report

Greet now the new day

Find peace in the dawn

Thank each lucky star

Before you are gone

Dawn hath cracked and our day 'tis on!

all my memory lurks o'er the misty fog

I'll do what's right as the Buddhas said,

read Psychology books inside my head

Being young is far from perfect

Fast-tracking from the showroom floor

Hanging on might not be worth it

But most old clunkers go for more

I'm hearing the cadence, 'tis here in my brains,

I'm awed and inspired by such a lovely refrain

but out in the world, rhythms lone in my head,

the ode sounds clunky when abnormally read

Please look at our Earth from the moon, you'll see,

one mighty Homo-sapiens beneath an Acacia tree

if you'll look more closely, you'll know that 'tis me

Oh no not him my dears he's the tall, dumb giraffe,

I'm the one on the left, but I'll forgive stupid gaffes

as King of this Earth I wield huge, egotistical staff

so please listen my dears to evil's diabolical laugh

When the truth comes out

When the truth is clear

When the truth runs deep

Like a grateful tear


When the truth comes clean

When the truth is free

When the truth lights up

Like a Christmas tree


When the truth comes off

When the truth is here

When the truth bursts forth

Like a bullish cheer

I'm sadly caged up

Collared and wimpy

Nowheresville leashed

Mouth balled and gimpy


I'm badly worn out

Prostate and tethered

Chopped livered flesh

Tarred up and feathered

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