Apr 2017
If all appears to be harmony and coexistence in this garden enclosure,
All that means is terrible truths have not yet suffered proper
exposure,
Might you wait a little bit and watch it completely lose its
composure?
Intruding into this once peaceful garden,
digging down in the soft tissue of the mud, is absolutely
the most maniacal bug. There he goes, he jumps he dashes, he sets devastating fires, but not the kind that leaves behind ashes.
Note that this heinous invader is white and black,
spots of red pepper this raider’s back.
Small with spiny legs ending in sharp claws,
his eager jaws ooze venom that chews and gnaws,
as he ravenously feeds on the garden’s flaws.
Faking harmlessness, you haven’t seen what lies beneath,
like a longsword hidden under its sheath.
This insect is a minion of discontent,
the harbinger of torment.
Every day he lurks there among the tangled grass,
sinking his teeth in unsuspecting plants,
to make them into his loyal sycophants,
He corrupts them farther and farther,
to the point where they even despise being watered,
because his new instruction gives them a thirst for
mutually-assured destruction.
Can you see the garden deteriorate fast, the green turns
brown and the fibers that hold everything together
cease to last?
Toxicity courses through the vegetation,
and now, plants with no evil inclination
are being swallowed up by fear, hate, and indignation.
This once beautiful botanical cultivation
has become a ******* abomination.
Every vine and leaf slowly becoming decayed and grisly.
Has excising the infestation become far too risky
because the plague has manifested and spread,
and the first wave of his victims are already dead?
Definitely people will wonder, even though he’s turned your garden over and under, how could such a little insect make you go completely insane? Well because there is no garden, he lives in my ******* brain.
All that means is terrible truths have not yet suffered proper
exposure,
Might you wait a little bit and watch it completely lose its
composure?
Intruding into this once peaceful garden,
digging down in the soft tissue of the mud, is absolutely
the most maniacal bug. There he goes, he jumps he dashes, he sets devastating fires, but not the kind that leaves behind ashes.
Note that this heinous invader is white and black,
spots of red pepper this raider’s back.
Small with spiny legs ending in sharp claws,
his eager jaws ooze venom that chews and gnaws,
as he ravenously feeds on the garden’s flaws.
Faking harmlessness, you haven’t seen what lies beneath,
like a longsword hidden under its sheath.
This insect is a minion of discontent,
the harbinger of torment.
Every day he lurks there among the tangled grass,
sinking his teeth in unsuspecting plants,
to make them into his loyal sycophants,
He corrupts them farther and farther,
to the point where they even despise being watered,
because his new instruction gives them a thirst for
mutually-assured destruction.
Can you see the garden deteriorate fast, the green turns
brown and the fibers that hold everything together
cease to last?
Toxicity courses through the vegetation,
and now, plants with no evil inclination
are being swallowed up by fear, hate, and indignation.
This once beautiful botanical cultivation
has become a ******* abomination.
Every vine and leaf slowly becoming decayed and grisly.
Has excising the infestation become far too risky
because the plague has manifested and spread,
and the first wave of his victims are already dead?
Definitely people will wonder, even though he’s turned your garden over and under, how could such a little insect make you go completely insane? Well because there is no garden, he lives in my ******* brain.
