I stick up my *******
And let it linger.
I say hi
And goodbye
With my thicker
Nose-picker.
I fly a bird
That ***** a white ****
On a cold shoulder
That couldn't be colder.

A somewhere someone
Will someday somehow
Take us to somewhen
Somewhat with somewho.

Jesus came one day
to decapitated me
and said, "You need
to run the race and win."

"Okay," I said,
"I'll try if you
put me
back together."

He acted
like he didn't hear me
and left
without saying goodbye.

"Thanks for nothing!"
I yelled at his absence.

the monkey minded chatter
as mad as a mad hatter,
the clutter of thoughts that clatter
is all mind that's made of matter

i take a plunger to the clogged
toilet that is my mind
and flush.  i unbind
myself