What is the secret to success

What makes us fight and win the day

What is the answer to our fears

What gives us strength to the find our way


What is the special secret sauce

What makes the best in us succeed

What is the topping of them all

Why love of course is all we need

It's looking bad in fact quite bleak

Our world is going down in flames

Such a mess and we're still in it

Now acting out the final frames


It's looking grim in fact quite sad

Our universe is nearly broke

Such a jam we're growing old in

But now at least we get the joke


It's looking up in fact quite bright

Our earth is giving us more time

Such a gift and glad to know it

Now basking in the land of rhyme

Oh, the absurdity of human beings

unable to get over the hump of dumbness

coming out of unconsciousness into consciousness

seeing the reflection of ourselves in the water

having our wow, that's me, out of body experience


Oh, the superstitious stupidity of mankind

believing in the now known to be ridiculous

allowing our egos to invent answers as we go along

making decisions based on selfish arrogance

like animals ruling by the supreme power of might


Oh, the foolhardiness of Homo-sapiens

choosing to ignore the new knowledge of science

holding onto our delusional and fictional storytelling

thinking the dead need to be reminded to rest in peace

being sorrowfully ignorant and pitifully oxymoronic

If I knew then what I know now

If my heart had been more open

If the moon jumped over the cow

If the little dog had spoken


If I knew then every riddle

If my eyes had been wide open

If the cat could play the fiddle

If the fun had been unbroken


If I knew then the road to seek

If my mind had been more open

If the dish and the spoon could speak

If the laughing dog had woken

Life is an unfinished work of art

A masterpiece stunningly sublime

Joy comes most in the disappearing

Getting lost in the moments of time


Life is an incomplete chef d'oeuvre

Each masterwork handcrafted from scratch

Peace comes most in the pioneering

Staying young on the thrill of the catch


Life is a rough-hewn magnum opus

An abstract and unsound tour de force

Love comes most to the undesigning

Growing old as a matter of course

These are the fucking people our father couldn't stand

the part of our population with demented, warped minds

and eyes of werewolves dying while becoming simian again


These are the goddamned people who should be summarily shot

once and for all ridding our planet of their Neanderthalic evolvement

making room for better human beings to populate our precious Earth


These are the one out of every two people caught in arrogant ignorance

unable to accept the scientific explanation for ourselves and our existence

which lifts us into perfect realms of loving equanimity and all for oneness


These are the sons-of-bitches and bitches' claiming to know what truth is

while accepting a 2000-year-old belief system now proven to be 100% false

and of course, failing miserably as ass fucking, cock sucking, lying hypocrites


These are the coldhearted and cruel Homo-sapiens we can never get away from

they live next door and down the street, they walk beside us in our daily routines

gripped like Gollum's by a perverted animalistic need to be separated and alone


These are the stupid, poor bastards and fools our father kept running away from

to once and forever rid himself of their stifling, stuck in-the-box closemindedness

these are the fucked-up people of Trump and Musk, the minion hordes of MAGA

The Lilly twins, one kissed by a bug, one with a bum ticker

Karma's a bitch and death is the penultimate ass-kicker

But neither twin bowed out as a bent-over arse-licker

Sam Kinison's bashed up brains, still alive and talking

Julian Sands alone on a hike, death getting lost when walking


Anton Yelchin driving to town, got out to go open his gate

David Carradine chasing a fetish, choked dead for a masturbate


Robin Williams the megastar, said hello to a hangman's rope

Elvis Presley king of all pop, keeled over while pooping his dope


Earnest Hemmingway near his wits end, takes pellets to the face

Amy Winehouse pushing her limits, got dead by her last batch of H

To be remembered seems to be

A part of our anatomy

To die and then to be well missed

And thus in death to still exist


Our father said to miss him well

A cinch as far as I can tell

To live and keep alive with love

Our forebears in the stars above

So nice to see your poems again 

Fine words from deep inside your mind

A poetry which seems to me

A rare a very special kind


So nice to know you're back on track

Writing about the way you feel

It is the best part of my day

Consoling as a home-cooked meal

That's right!

Double barrel between the eyes

there is no God, there isn't


That's true!

What you said before to what I said

'tis now no more unpleasant


That's two!

The Lilly twins are standing tall

strong here in atheistic presence

I'm open

the length and breadth of my human mindfulness

greater than or equal to

the width and depth of all the known Universe


I'm closed

the pitiful putridity of my animalistic ignorance

less than or equal to

the worn and torn stench of a leaky ostomy bag


I'm baby talking

the joyful and playful cooing of my giddy gibberish

greater than or equal to

the sweet and affectionate sound of her cute retorts


I'm loved

the disappointed and resentful echo of death's agony

less than or equal to

the warm and kindhearted gifts of a life fully lived


I'm floating

the calm and sleepy feeling of completely letting go

greater than or equal to

the dark and dreamy emptiness of infinite unconsciousness

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