what inspires poets is not *****
but the lack thereof;                        epics have been                 written by blind men cuz they couldn't get laid;
if someone                                                  walked up to me & said believe what's in this book if god said to Adam did u eat from my stash
Adam
                  should have said eh, no,                               firstly, it's all ******* even if it's hard science; what was god gonna say, I know u're lyin' I counted
                     every fruit on the tree
who gives a **** about floating beings w/ wings & flaming swords
        people                      get burned or elected                                                what kind of crazy talk is that
                                 that's amazing; obviously people are                                                  coming to hear the thrilling tales of master con-men & magicians
that's the whole history of                                   religion
                                     great teachers never wrote a word; dumb-***** like                             Buddha & Jesus so                Adam says big guy's kinda **** I'm out'a here          u comin', *****?
oh oh but their followers make up absurd **** & collect money from people
                                                                ­who think they're insane & pity them
the absence of virgins starts a
                                                magnum opus
                                          the absence of ****** inspires one to write on
walls, but that is a circled square, cubed sphere
what inspires poets in heat,                                          suddenly, the absence
                                       of snooch I can smell it like a mystery; snooch's
are not mysteries; the poet is inspired
                         by anything           on the other side                                 of the                                      communicating door &