I'm a Man -
I can spit information
Out there, in any way,
Shape and form I wish;
And I do - spooging
Quanta all over the shop.
However, for all my
Brave endeavours -
My escapades and victories -
I can't create a Universe;
All I can do is document
And record and report
My various experiences.
She has the upper hand,
But She chooses a light
Touch; a guiding principal;
A mistress-led, masterful
Deception of InGenderMent
For the real --> OtherWise.

******* is *******,
Forget the shell - look deeper.
Men are the weaker *** -
All gusto physically,
But when you push sharpish,
They deflate quickish -
Emotionally highly strung
And stringed by themselves;
Bravado betraying *******.
I'm the voice of Womanhhod,
The inner hard-core intelligence;
The F**k-you-ism of Life -
The written word of Lore;
The Law of the Land;
Nature's blessed *****!
Vicious, vivacious, vibrant!
Indisputable, indispensable, immutable!
Powerful, purposeful, and patient!

This Anglo-Celt
Is blood and guts
Living. An ancient cradle
Harbouring the fugitive -
Wanted, Dead or Alive.
An asset untapped
In any official aspect,
But coming online
As we speak in tongues
Of this multi-flavourism
We call Australia.
Idiots are idiots
The world over -
They'll never learn
And we, the enlightened,
Can profit no end
By their foolish follies.
So sit back - relax;
The hard work's done.

Into the hive of the Hipster - No adults in sight.
I find myself surrounded
By the noise of Babylon;
The youngsters Babel-ing on:
Chirping & bleating & screeching;
Mooing & meowing & barking;
Grunting & neighing & beating chests.
I enjoy the noise of youth -
The vocal gesticulations
Washing over me, unthreatening;
Breaking upon my calm,
Ever-so-mature island of peace.
While the pack brays remorseless,
I let it flow through my ears -
Oblivious and uncaring,
Indifferent. A **** - I-don't-give.
Been there, done that - want/need more.

It doesn't matter your side,
The boundaries are amorphous;
Try as you might,
There is no wrong or right:
There is only in-the-moment -
The survive-at-all-costs.
Even if it means your Life
For the greater good -->
The species must survive
Or mutate to fit the new
Environmental stresses.
And if you find yourself
On the other side of extinction,
Don't worry - evolve and make good
Your new-found freedom
Or your old-as comforts.
In this MultiVerse of promise
There's always room for improvement.

And the Hippy-dippy,
Squeaky-clean -
The tattoo'd-up
And arrogantly mean;
The never-know originality,
Mere followers of others:
Take comfort in crowds,
Talking amongst their "brothers".

Neither God-fearing,
Nor Devil-may-carers -
Just followers of fashions:
The latest and greatest,
Economically-driven
Sheep to a register's beep!
And when they die -
As they must -
To whom do they fall?
And to whom do they trust?

New World Stratification, Fractalised Parallelized Reality;
A Re-Ordering; Stacked ***** and *******
And myriad ****** Bags to Fuel Our Fires.
Whilst <Wishlist?> I didn't open the Doors Originally,
I cracked the Dawn and others pushed through
Avalanche- and Stampede-style.
But the Foolish Simpletons didn't realise
The inherent Dangers of their Giddy-fun;
Not All Other Worlders or Other UniVerses/DieMentions
Are Populated with nice, courteous, civil Peoples.
What did I {WE} invite to roost at home?
And have we (as a bunch of egotistical Hoes)
Captured Them on Film (Cells); in Flesh; in Fetish; in Flame {US}?
I'm super curious about the Parasitic Classes:
As are the Predators & Warriors , & the Other Net-Cast Members.
I'm not the Christ you Imagine - Not Me! I'm Innocent!
I was the Messiah --> The Sacrifice for God's Reality.
But God isn't what He seems, far from it. He feeds on your Souls.
I AM a self-made Man/UniVersal/Multi-Dimensional Being,
And while God thought He could trap me, He was wrong!
I don't stop - I can't stop - I won't stop - until I'm satisfied She's satisfied
That I've explained, or at least considered, All
Possibilities from a Human's consideration.
[Please note that Human's are few and far between, and rarely what they seem.]