I am legitimate
My birth certificate affirms but my mother denies
Too hard for the bitch to birth a demon
But I seem to be free
Floating as an embryo there was a cord attached to me
And suddenly I see something anything
Of significance upon which I can pee
But I'm important
I have a name and an email and a number and an address and a profile
So deliberately placed as to attract you to me
As disguised in reality of your com. I can no longer be.
Hey there my avatar is free to you stupid cunt.
Dear Bono,
What the fuck were you thinking
Ono you are not
But being a revolutionary potatoe hoarder and part time thief
You hijacked the cause for peace
Selling out has a price but why did you need that
You had the world at your tips and then became a bug
Oh Yono the peacemaker said he stepping up a ladder to see up her dress
Imagine freedom but not as Bono would see
Unite the fucking world and be free but not as you imagine
You fascimile.
I'm watching lawn bowls and am absolutely riveted
but I have changed my habits due to gravitational influence
it seems the steps I make are not painted on the floor
one step two steps slide and back it all seems so neat
at the least my dancing friend can drag me
I've been hooked and forced to surface
dragged over the edge it's a wonder my fisher can stand
not like a bowler who uses a stick instead of a hand
one pace up and then two down.
Once when I was young and my father was old
I treasured his moments with me though no longer
Did i wish i could cuddle him.
I was blind as to the reasons of my life
And there again was he looking at me before I did wrong
studying my misdemeanour.
But now when i aarive he is dead to my presence
feeling nought 'cept lonely regret
I abandon my belief in mother as he sits prone and alone.
Could I be a better me, and he waits.
My dog seems scared
and looks towards me begging sympathy
He does not know of conspiracies
being part me and part wolf
I welcome him into my complacency.
Only four paws and missing his mother
he gravitates toward me
I am his mother father and brother
but he knows not how much he means to me
regardless of my smell and prority to be.
His nose is lower than his knees
and I am two above his needs
I cannot lick my dick with ease
he has a licence to travel anywhere with ease
and do whatever he may please,
Had I put him in a dictonary he would not appear
he does not know he cannot read
but he will leave his mark where he peed
I am not as low to the ground as he should be
so I duck and weave wishing benefits constantly.
My dog is my god
he skirts with ease under whatever be's
an innate understanding of what he should see
and meanwhile he wants to guard me
but being short there are things he cannot see.
Who feeds him and who feeds me
he cannot hunt, hurt is not in his vocabulary
but his being now reflects me and he asks me
that of age and blind and deaf
can he still complete his dogness without me.
If he dies and leaves me alone
I will have no knowledge of where he is
but still feel his paws pawing at me
Cuddly and as magnificent as he is
I cannot agree that he is less superior to me.
My Dog is God but we still cannot agree who should piss on the tree.
Jeez Zuck
Is that a name or a facsimle
I can no longer elucidate on you.
Are you here or are you playing with my insecurities.
I'm not going to waste any words
You are the enemy I faced in the playground of youth
You are the stupid cunt who taunted me
In my playground and yours
And many years on I recognise your deceit.
But I am only a digit up your arse
Why could you not grow hair
Your Nazi buzz cut is only a phony.
Do you shave your pubes
underarm and close.
Is it way to personal to you dude
You stupid cunt - you will die
In death you cannot feel my piss
But you encouraged me to stroke the glands of the machine
And that is all you have besides me.
Go and masturbate your poisoned sperm
You were the schoolyard witness who looked
at me and so here I am
Your hair is not,
Wear a cap, get a new hairdresser.
Did you not hear or did you forget?
You silly fucker you are not in the playground
But you get what you want and not what you need
thankyou for including me in your conspiracy.
I encourage your backlash and please excuse me for fucking you
But I am having fun way beyond you
As you and your pathetic mothers and brothers
Waste your time against me.
Jeez Zuck - you are so fucked
Take a look downwards at your dick
It says you are just a prick.
Oh dear - wot fucken changes.
"please reset your browser"
o so funny but also humiliating
It is mine but you want to be the bully in the school yard,
I do not see written evidence
and I conclude you are only piss and wind.
Oh no, that was significant ammunition for Ai to confuse the jury.
But the machine continues to masturbate over it's mastery
Cannot anyone see the illusion ?
Cannot anyone challenge me ?
The machine does not reject lubrication
But encourages me to play with the screen.
Where were they after they beat me in a schoolyard ?
They are no longer here - their job is done.
Do the remember the fat arse bully who amassed a crowd to witness my beating
So pathetic and such stupid cunts only popped out to have a chance.
And here I am sweltering in a band of hand pullers and all reson is gone.
No I falter when I believe in the Machine
I am not.
I am a psychopath I tell myself walking along the street, I am trained for footpaths but my dog is not, he wanders away and pisses to sign his territory
I could do that too but am so tickled by his fur and he lets me because I care.
My dog is probably psycho as well, what the fuck can he do if in trouble without me
he trusts my lead and welcomes his collar and relinguises control
I cannot do that, I yet observed that celebrates their share with others
in an unknown language that says we are all equal, but can you piss higher than me!
so I embrace my inner dog and wonder if I'm insane but still trust him for guidance
were it not for him i would truly be alone for he trusts me and I return.
Four legs and a fur, a bundle of love under no conditions nor memory of the past other than my food sleep and comfort
And whilst walking the streets and he is off his lead I want to just run into any house and pee.
The perfect disrespect, the perfect call to arms because he knows that I too am alarmed
but I have boundaries for things I should not do
I embrace my inner dog and see in my reflection his name as god - is that a joke or does he know what I can never.
If I were simple and could only bite I would not have a leash to retain me
Besides a brain smaller than his nose I have nought to do other than trust him.
Oh yes I am a psycopath but only in dreams, I'd like to walk the paths and shit and piss wherever I wish because someone else will clean up after me.
Oh my hound where have you been, my inner dog is nowhere to be seen
It's not that he's mean even though he keeps clean
He navigates his hallway waiting for me to pass his way
Poised on four legs he is only prey so he turns his back toward me.
Lucky for him his balance never goes astray, not like me on all fours
Being so drunk I bump off walls and cannot find time to pause
But he does not understand why I reach for walls and not floors
Nor does he know as he wonders, 'cept his nose.
A dog I am not but I wish he had to me what I do for him
My two thirds tripod leaves tracks that cannot be erased
The other third follows along the hall but only his head
He has no understanding of why and how doors can close.
He thinks I am a god so I consult with my dictionary of Gods and Dogs.
My dog is a dinosaur
He stands only partly towards my knees
but his nose he knows.
walking him is a challenge that his little paws will discover
So he digs a safe deposit for his bones.
he presents himself to me with a nose plastered with dirt
safe and happy that I give him area to completely fuck up
and he does and rushes towards me proud of his nose.
he has been digging but needs to disguise his presence
thus the nose.
He wonders at me at a loss to explain my adoration
he is just a dog.
his snow paws have nails and I hear him wander
and I hear his approch wearing 4 sets of hobnail boots
A clicking on my floor as he checks his domain.
And a constant snapping at insects that disturb me.
He knows not about his shit but is happy leaving his farts for me to savor.
damn if I will not be a dog
Where does he come from bearing such love
He can smell my disturbing thoughts and wants to be there
All I can do is love him in return and be fair
He is no longer my dog but my god.
Who are these fucken people?
They are the ones who were bullied by mean kids at school
The ones who had pokey ears strange haircuts wore glasses and were skinny
The ones who were first in class and the last to leave
Waiting for thanks and favours from teacher
Those bullies were already genetically defective but were born with revenge in mind
Now these bullies who knew the only digit necessary was the one they stuck up their arse.
Who are these clones, fantastic similies of nothingness.
They obey without question, they live by rules
As if there were no gods they take power unto themselves
Helplessly appeasing a greater knowledge that they can never have.
But they agree and they support my idiocy.
They are the gods of mediocrity and persuasion
The devil is in the details and dug in deeper than I can fathom.
I only worship god but where is he
I keep screaming for help or at least no confusion.
Damn the bible, everyone has one and they are all different
Even the index is fucked - there is no language other than echoes.
Echoes of hollowness, echoes of pain, echoes of vulnerability
Where are you landing but please do come here.
I do challenge your authority and dare you if you challenge mine.
I'd like to bleed regulary it may cleanse me and recognise your abrasion
It clears the walls of my cunt so as to accept the next victim
Were you even listening to the halls of chaos that abraise my soul.
Do you understand that Echo was Narcissus's girlfriend and was pained
To accept she was a mere shadow bathing in his glory.
An echo of hurt and a claim for significance.
Begone all devils who trespass here, this is not your land.