Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
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Slice away hollow all hallows disguise of fear
Where pumpkins grin
While humanity plans sin
Tricks and treats all beat their feet
Through urbane humanities urban street
Foolish fantastical ways of thinking
Gunna get them something sweet to eat
Still the strong eat the meat
While the meek all retreat
Carve through realties flimsy costume veneer
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escapism is
all well and good but it will
get you in the end
there is no escape
from the past but there is no
future there either
I jumped on my high horse
Trustee, favorite fine mount
Pointed at others errant course
A regular self righteous fount
While spouting a toxic slurry
Full of media puke talking pouts
Full of flair and a fine flurry
Of shrill Banshee like shouts
Wallowing in my faux tone age
Having patience with no virtue
Spilling my sepia life rage
Leaving the taste of burnt roux
For all to rumble and gumbo about
Outside I am a crusty broken down bag of bones covered in wasting compostable organic matter seasoned with a variety of toxic and / or inert chemicals my lifetime on this planet has exposed me to or I have ingested willingly.
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But in my latibule I am a sleek deep purple polyhedron with ultra smooth sides meeting at multiple pleasingly beveled edges; all while plugged into the ether with my zircon encrusted umbilicus to communicate directly to proximity friendly receptive minds. It’s dark, cool, and immutably implausible in here, yet here I am.
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A Scroll Threw Life 