come get some of this assonance!
you know, cause it's groovy, baby
that this assonance could infect
your inner ear passages
and maybe clog up what's in that
lemon-line, sour-tart, bible-belt
ego expressor.
i'd like you to know
i once mistook that
for the center of your
creative nerve network.
so what are these mega-loud,
quite too crowded notions
you are so fond of?
we all deserve the sin
we create for ourselves
cause in the end we
are a product of
our hyperactive,
furious and infectious,
meaningless destractions.
we are born in the mud
we are so viciously
unproud of.
you're a product of
editing.
maybe this chapter
will be erased one day
in favor of
more tolerant,
monkey-like money-makers.
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