we evolved because it’s what we can do
it’s what we should do
Today Tomorrow forever
Who am I in a metaphysical sense I
ruminate and pondered the immense dense
virtual expanse of the cavernous
chambers sophisticated elegant of the
mind a concept I often find to be verily
inclined to bind within the confines of
the ethereal complex offense to compare
thee to a summers day would be to forgo
the very way that we lay at peace at
rest in suspense I must repeat elegance
beneath every facade I see a slick
Caesar stingy grimy
evany zur who thinks he’s a God while he
knows he’s a fraud a weakling a coward a
geezer
now spare the expense what prattle or
jabber of rattle dognappers could tattle
in battle on crap pappy slap crappers
sickening laughter reverberates faster
when the Laffer old scratch is an old
dirty bastard and oh what a chortle his
dimples so marius faked in his red as
maraschino cherries blood scarlet like
Carrie ooh am i scary not yet as we
hurtle toward the truly inevitable our
pupils dilated our sins unforgettable so
the cosmos shrinks down to the bluntly
incredible indelible untenable to quoth
the Raven tuberculosis the apotheosis of
my opinions all fairly amenable I’ve
never been sure and I’m usually sure why
everybody around me expects anything
more more from me more than poetry
scribbles a symmetry why can’t they
really see it’s all I can be it’s just
me boring maniacal identity a funny word
is if the line between morals and
linguistics was blurred but who are we
really well while we’re on the topic of
me me me are we really found in
linguistically trapped by our very own
created vocabulary by that Promethean
lexicon created by we the collective
unconscious of beavers and bees of words
often on spell
Okin by the apostles of Tolkien in that
crushing ideology that represents
reality mass media shamelessly directing
at me it’s liberal drivel conservative
sniveling cowards who play it off as
goofy double dribble but oh no no no
you’ve crossed the line this time and
sure we’ll let you go with the back pat
and a small fine without serving hard
time or any for a true crime how can I
be expected to stand at attention
erected for it’s not mine jaw hung and
suspension jaw tubes shoved down my
throat after-school detention saluting a
president created in a lab who loves
blacks loves women and knows where to
grab tie Lucian of dialog is a devious
method for quenching down rebellion it’s
tough true and tested tweet words out of
line watch your loved ones arrested by
delusional dimwits who think they’re
above being bested and oh I see cliff
side that pendulous monument a colossal
testament to our very own infinite folly
enjoy this tranquility tomorrow you’ll
really see the real me doctor doctor a
brain dead brain eater spinning out like
a helicopter going to hell in a locker
room talk Davy Jones while I’m munching
on bones
when did politics lose civility and
become Game of Thrones well you can call
me the night king because dragons I’m
slain hurling spears torn from diction
delicately filleting amidst moans and
groans catechisms and Sainz you can call
me the Great Lord Anubis and baby this
is your Wayne hope that feather is LED
or there’s no use even praying
I’m not deranged proclaiming to be some
sort of Prince of expression through my
own variable wet and feeble attempt at a
human connection when the question is
long gone I most forego presumption a
mental protection from asinine
assumption and when assumption is left
long with vigor and gumption what does
that make you and me
I asked almost cautiously staring out
into the sea that
mirthless bath of Gray’s blues and
greens that has the audacity to pose
that question what are we
it requires no answer as oh I see
cliffside and toss a single pebble a
tiny dancer that sinks to the bottom the
inside surrounded by mysteries galore of
what could lie in store those thoughts I
adore as I turn walk away and ask it
once more
[Applause]
it’s what we should do
Today Tomorrow forever
Who am I in a metaphysical sense I
ruminate and pondered the immense dense
virtual expanse of the cavernous
chambers sophisticated elegant of the
mind a concept I often find to be verily
inclined to bind within the confines of
the ethereal complex offense to compare
thee to a summers day would be to forgo
the very way that we lay at peace at
rest in suspense I must repeat elegance
beneath every facade I see a slick
Caesar stingy grimy
evany zur who thinks he’s a God while he
knows he’s a fraud a weakling a coward a
geezer
now spare the expense what prattle or
jabber of rattle dognappers could tattle
in battle on crap pappy slap crappers
sickening laughter reverberates faster
when the Laffer old scratch is an old
dirty bastard and oh what a chortle his
dimples so marius faked in his red as
maraschino cherries blood scarlet like
Carrie ooh am i scary not yet as we
hurtle toward the truly inevitable our
pupils dilated our sins unforgettable so
the cosmos shrinks down to the bluntly
incredible indelible untenable to quoth
the Raven tuberculosis the apotheosis of
my opinions all fairly amenable I’ve
never been sure and I’m usually sure why
everybody around me expects anything
more more from me more than poetry
scribbles a symmetry why can’t they
really see it’s all I can be it’s just
me boring maniacal identity a funny word
is if the line between morals and
linguistics was blurred but who are we
really well while we’re on the topic of
me me me are we really found in
linguistically trapped by our very own
created vocabulary by that Promethean
lexicon created by we the collective
unconscious of beavers and bees of words
often on spell
Okin by the apostles of Tolkien in that
crushing ideology that represents
reality mass media shamelessly directing
at me it’s liberal drivel conservative
sniveling cowards who play it off as
goofy double dribble but oh no no no
you’ve crossed the line this time and
sure we’ll let you go with the back pat
and a small fine without serving hard
time or any for a true crime how can I
be expected to stand at attention
erected for it’s not mine jaw hung and
suspension jaw tubes shoved down my
throat after-school detention saluting a
president created in a lab who loves
blacks loves women and knows where to
grab tie Lucian of dialog is a devious
method for quenching down rebellion it’s
tough true and tested tweet words out of
line watch your loved ones arrested by
delusional dimwits who think they’re
above being bested and oh I see cliff
side that pendulous monument a colossal
testament to our very own infinite folly
enjoy this tranquility tomorrow you’ll
really see the real me doctor doctor a
brain dead brain eater spinning out like
a helicopter going to hell in a locker
room talk Davy Jones while I’m munching
on bones
when did politics lose civility and
become Game of Thrones well you can call
me the night king because dragons I’m
slain hurling spears torn from diction
delicately filleting amidst moans and
groans catechisms and Sainz you can call
me the Great Lord Anubis and baby this
is your Wayne hope that feather is LED
or there’s no use even praying
I’m not deranged proclaiming to be some
sort of Prince of expression through my
own variable wet and feeble attempt at a
human connection when the question is
long gone I most forego presumption a
mental protection from asinine
assumption and when assumption is left
long with vigor and gumption what does
that make you and me
I asked almost cautiously staring out
into the sea that
mirthless bath of Gray’s blues and
greens that has the audacity to pose
that question what are we
it requires no answer as oh I see
cliffside and toss a single pebble a
tiny dancer that sinks to the bottom the
inside surrounded by mysteries galore of
what could lie in store those thoughts I
adore as I turn walk away and ask it
once more
[Applause]
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