Ya mean
yow can't sleep you
can't eat yer carnt walk U can't pork cream cakes with
health warnings is
somebody missing religion (neurosis) yer cain't work yer
cant breath

you
can't

dance yer canto sing yo yer carnt blink for missing the insanity
health warning

this poem makes sense buy space on t'internet
which is no
space at all is
it? to

feel a fictional freedom like a dromedary's hump
you
can
smoke on the moon you
can factualize (fixate) time (pro sexua) l

l l

la

reserge corrupt

and malifest
I'm scared of fucking mama I'm
scared I'm
animal, pro rata (robotic functional)
recherche redo fuck
fuck up
create
destroy balance? balance? balance tips the
scales into
unreason/reason
treasonable season the sea my sun is

a

metaphor for
the

human
psyche