I am the lizard
sunning my belly--
belly of the bard.
have fun in the city,
have soul in the country.
these answers are yours
dispense w/ them wisely.
I remember singing hymnals
in the green carpet pues
i first learned to smell
hypocrisy, there.
i actually believed
i was praising my savior--
i felt a connection
to the Infinite,
and i'm still in dismay
at the audacity of Christians.
i can only write these odes
to misery, to ecstasy.
they are my flights of pure
Reality.
nothing skewed or censored.
a glimpse of raw music
a primal beat
a primal heart
society was
doomed from the start
too much diversity
to standardize Reality
we reject your pills to
keep us numb
if we don't feel
we'd sooner die
than live
a lie
give me pain
give me tragedy
you can keep your TV
and the vegetable morass
when i die
i will be free
Death will only consummate
my authenticity...
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