He brought spiders to the schoolyard
      to crush them
He attended Julliard
      to learn Bach's partitas for violin
He pays women to undress for him
      and beats them
Knowing culture is a game
      we play
The boy and the man are the same
      composition
Performed in various ways
      the notes stubbornly remain
What's born cannot be changed
      one musical phrase
Nurture is Nature's
Dais

I must precipitate their pain;
When I pass,
their faces close like shutters before the rain.

The hero delusion shatters,
we all become sheep led by the goat
to be sheared,

or not, and we say, enough with the  Jungian junk,
men never knew before now
what men know now,
so there. Stop lying about magic, if you can't honestly
tell a kid how machines work,

starting with a lever,
and an edge, sort of, sorted into a second thought,
I ought to imagine being Adam,
I would feel stupid if I had no knowing,

I think that now, but not Adam.
He invented the idea of the best thing ever, and
in his whole being
she was the mother of all living, and look,

she is not dead, what ever dying is,
is what she seems to be doing just as well as
before knowing good from evil, all at once,

which I know, he knew as soon as he took a taste,
from her offered lips.

I am not a sailor.
I desire to run.
Confine me not to a puddle dependent on the wind.
Direct me to the forest, the hills, and I will create my own draft,
as I speed across the ground,
flying over earth to distances greater than the confines of your wet berth.
No, I relish a solid state of matter beneath my feet.
I am a fire sign.
Warning: do not get wet.

I have said all that's to be said,
And you have listened,
And I have listened,
To the end, gaining what?
Our words are co-absurd,
Inexpressive turds of information,
Dung heap of nonsense,
Good will with perfect enunciation,
But crawling with itch, twitch and head-nod,
In place of mutual understanding,
A babelmist of manners and small talk,
In which we are umbrella-less,
Soggy with positivity,
But it's for the best, I guess,
Have a good day, till tomorrow then?
Finally! Until, tomorrow, we say it all over again.