a rebuttal

cognitive jackal growls:
liberty's for breakfast!
feast upon foul ball hitters!, god damns the lost winners
the mindscience fails when it's ethics for dinner
when the telescope's backwards they'll be in the distance

tis wrong to dereal who've been there before
yes even endeavors for perceiving doors
but so be it because
your paltry building's a snore
ornate with the night
poor architechts bore
bred ugly within me
a new kind of fright

a frontal lobe eyepatch
unto thee does a solid
it redefines desolation
left at foot-drop falls it
drives bananas up down walls
cadillacs of delusion
step away from the car ma'am
you're drunk with confusion
and don't you deride other mindful contusions

driving on past distort, aband, and abor-tion
went right for the nail
psychotic recursion
--wait, that didn't rhyme
like youre ryhythm don't jive
with some dazed and erased staus quo syncopation
bring more and more and more painful contortions
on the floor i did writhe
then arrived, crossroads deathdoorstation

dear dr. i hope that you shall only read this
with sad mindblown eyes at this mangled inebris
unto thee of your own gods
like uranium rods
well past spent their half lives
and own dealbreakers on
hellfire insurance, no doubt to derision
horrid lucid transitions
greyify just ambitions


in crumbling weakness
and all of earth's meekness
conflict of interest
broached unspeakable trust
o' little mind ment'riss
divine level misuse? 'twas a wee bit much

in all of those efforts to roundabout speak this
swept under my mat, the manhunt can't keep me
your history's bad, miss
and your method is madness
constantine's sword swung
and cut history's sadness

one last thing 'fore we go
you're a fatal mindload
and of that man, mass populous KNOWS
his eyes are conspicuously devoid of lifeflow
and cold placid smiles
indicate limits know
no bounds, bars unneeded, are already on windows
for us blown down houses
prisms of "atypical" mindflow


so next time fate has one at responsible's fulcrum
make sure when bells ring
that feet wipe on welcome
an old hippocrate's oath's
more than just table-toast
tis serious business
not claws on my throat.





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