Oh Mary don’t you weep, oh Mary don’t weep. Here my cry and wash the everlasting shit of my soul away.
A call for action for a life that has pissed its greater existence away, in a gaping black hole of follow the leader, insignificant detours and a psychotic disturbance that has “me” on lockdown at least in my mind.
It’s cold and I’m hungry only to feed on the vengeance of my psychotic nemesis whose hold on my mind has me spinning in rectangular circles of a dirty birdie whose salacious thoughts catapults into an explosive mecca of jihad. Only to encase me as my rectangle closes in and take me alive and insertion begins-insert and let’s start as the nemesis of my ego is exploding and pounding on the walls of my psyche only to turn up the volume in stages to a level of self destruction. You say, I say, we say and it goes on and on and on til the break of dawn and then silence “shh….”
The icebreaker or the hotness that’s sure to turn you into a lost zombie of the flesh, and don’t forget the one who doesn’t think. Count the ways of your everlasting dysfunctional mayhem and divide and conquer as the tales of your life are pounced on in the grapevine. All is well in love and war until the hold on you is so strong then it appears and shows itself like a devil on a playground on a sunny day in GA.
Evil is lurking and you have it in you, in me and in we. The evil nemesis or the celebrity of instant gratification is the other part of your psyche; is clear, cut and straight to the point. Living in the darkness of your soul and creeping up like that damn hurricane Katrina; Oh I forgot that didn’t creep that shit was deep and then away we go into a soft silence of hell and plunging arenas of procrastination and your evolution isn’t so hip it’s just in a battle of indignant societal mockeries of self and disrespect. Now ain’t that juicy just like the song juicy or yeah that’s how the mind plays tricks on you; until you find out you are a trick. Tricked into a whirl wind of fire and ice as time holds the key and the greater part of your existence as you are in a battle of wits, and messed up shit until time grabs you and tells you “it ain’t ova til it’s ova.”
Looking cockeyed and weary you find yourself doing the one two step and corroding yourself with the likes of the pope, R. Kelly, Gandhi, Osama Bin Laden, and let’s not forget Hitler in disguise Obama. Apprehension is the key to taming the nemesis and “you” are in deep shit if you can’t put that shit in check. Waging the war of the mind is a battle of pon de replay for years to come. Institution of a terrorist and the grapevine of hell is the hold of instant oppression and the likes of George Bush.
Playing your cards right is a sucker’s game and “you” fall for it. The inevitable is a diamond that’s cradled an put into the vault of a mind waging war on “you”, while you stand there with the sound of crickets letting this miss America wave silently wave by you, to only guide you and seep into the cracks of your brain and spill “all is fare in love and war” sewage. Waking up is hard and “you” say that shit is for the birds until the dirty birdie lays her egg with a burst of explosive elegance and a wide range of flava that hits you like the bombing of Hiroshima.
The seduction is calculating as the take-over of the mind and degradation of the spreading maggots hypnotically pierces every point until the inside of your psychotic nemesis has taken over, only to leave “you” clawing for help in a mind that’s solely addressed to “you.”
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