why are people bothered
about the rekindling the concept
of a colony on Mars?
we're all supposedly Earthlings -
isn't the cycle
of the sun's time-span
auto-suggestive?
it's cooling down...
we once lived on Mars...
now we live on earth...
don't "you" think we ought
to be looking into
making Venusian colonies?!
the rich will tell you:
we're supposed to live
a Frankenstein forever...
Mars is a dead end...
          just wait for planetary
evolution... oh...
you can't wait...
the monkey is not enough,
Mars has to come next...
but the Sun is slowing down...
it's about to be  black hole
at some point...
        humanity is from Mars,
we made earth the hotel
for the best of out arguments...
"exodus" Mars...
"genesis" Venus...
                      now you shoot the
rockets wherever you want...
watch me care...
mind you... people have this
exfoliating vision of the universe,
        woman.... ugh...
apple shortcrust crumble...
                       do i really
need
to listen to her ****** exploits?!
no... no really...
  she can have the couch,
her psychiatrist,
and her daddy steam-rolling on
the ready...
           do these women
really require orangutan
protectionist stature
of... aren't the orangutans
the sole primates, with a down
syndrome close proximity of eyes?!
my bad...
   but sure as **** they are.
    but women require more than
just looks...
      a man needs to defend her
whims...
   and? i'm about to do what?
not exactly enjoy life...
              do i have to?
i thought so:
   i don't...
                         she can have
her geneticist argument
with what, otherwise becomes,
a *****-bank donor...
and she can: handle it to the ****...

because?
    hey!

         a male grizzly bear is after
the sushi...
a female grizzly bear is
about to protect her cubs...

         date?! date what?!
who needs to date a psychopathy
with what somehow constitutes
a person hiding behind it...
no, not thank you...
rather shove a Panzer
                      turret
up my ***...
than her tongue into my mouth!

glory-hole these pieces
of a mother-******...

            now gag...

              i'm doing the Pontius Pilate...
i'm not waiting,
i'm not gagging,
  i'm not playing the last supper /
Golgotha poetics of skewed
Judeo-Greccan poetics...
   your kosher,
your halal...

           you eat it!
you eat the poetics!
you make the cannibal metaphor true!
i rather gorge pork!
         you eat the metaphor!
i'm not eating it!
    i wont drink wine!
i'll drink the ***** and the whiskey
(Odin's ****)...
                
i'm not entertaining the poetics!
    but? **** me! knock
yourself out!
         it's all yours:
i'm washing my hands clean
of being involved in this
abomination of a, "casual"
application of language...

               no... *******...
there only one Jew i hate...
and he's supposedly the verse of
the type of Greek...
that requires the existence of Istanbul;
because?
    Turkish barbers.