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Silicone
For a half-hour, I laugh with sour sugar coated dreams,
Scheming for the bankroll, now villains laugh with the disease,
Cut them in for a deal, laughter doesn’t come cheap,
Or free, if it were up to me, I’d let them laugh to their graves,
And steal their nickels to buy off the waitress,
Who just witnessed the foolishness,
Of a cackling lunatic aching,
For a wish and, perhaps, a toothpick.
Pens severed from the nonsense of possessing six senses,
“WHAT THE FUCK IS A THIRD EYE?”
I decline to define it,
But I will refine it to perfection,
Past the Bukowski stage of development,
Burroughs?
Don’t’ make me laugh!
To read him, you need a helmet,
Since when is genius,
Measured in shock?
Reality is the best E.E.D. to wit,
Pitting delusions against the truth,
Where failure is a comfort,
Some cynics coined the term:
Perspective,
As if that changes a thing,
Because if nobody is right,
Than what is the point of being?
Wrong.
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How can you expect a man who's warm to understand a man who's cold?
- Solzhenitsyn "Ivan Denisovich"
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