Flat like a snake
Like a field
Like an ocean
Like the top of a mushroom,
Parallel to the surface of earth
Not perpendicular
******* perpendicular freaks!
Horizontal!
Horizontal!

Read the entry on decomposition.
Disagree? Go see your physician.

I don't want to rhyme with decomposition
All of it is too corny
But how sad.
Decomposition is where I'm headed.
And the idea of the process is so full of poetic juice,
But rhyming with that word would cheapen it.
As would a pun about de-composing this poem.
just **** yourself and make an appointment with your physician.

It's nice to have
That "I love everything" chemical
Pass by the receptors.
Who knows what triggers it
Or if my brain can make more.
But it's my fav.

It all came together so perfectly.
Hormones, technology, and me.

Clarity seen from chaos
Just something good but not sure why
Everything moves too fast to keep it straight
But something called,
"Making sense" almost makes.
Sense?

The Lord Gosh hasn't time or attention span to record everything.
That is why it gave us special brain chemicals that fire when sincere laughter occurs.
That is the trigger to record.
Gosh creates life forms so joyful or funny things can go on its compilation.
Big bangs happen and new combinations for life unfold.
All that is retained from the last crunch is what makes it to the compilation.
We humans are farmed for joy and delight, like all beings,
Even the holy octo-beasts made in the image of Gosh itself.