Is it writ In stone

How to act
How to live

How to love
Or passion give

Made a of me a foolish thing
How react
You shagrin

Empty vessel
If not made
To mad
To
Seed
To stupor
Need

So a wink
The slightest nod

Those of pretense
Those of god

Fools aplenty
At I chuckle

While there  waistlines ever buckle

For resource
I find a cure

See the mirror
Face demure


Waist
Away

Waist aplenty

Waste today

So
On forward

Fast and play

Days from now
A day like this

A day of ****

A day of  ****

Or this of bliss
Or ambergris

Take
A chance

Look as i

Cheap is easy

Fight

Or die,

Of a fat ****  heart attack
At the worst possible moment

Like on the John, or anywhere between, our father
And yes I do.

And u swell up to Zeppelin proportions
And explode like some sort of uninvited Mexican party favor.
And the crap ***** just quit and dropped the **** mic.

God I hate everyone.

Poetry
ya.
And free speech