take the drug
our fatal fusion
the peace and
the peacock
are one thing
but completely
opposite

the goal is to
killing what
juxtaposition
is to carpenters

the artist and
the fisherman
share their the
same trade

blocked by
so many in
realization
of the poison
but you can
not stop the
flood of idiots
as they come
like a tsunami

the ****** solution is to
dumb down and keep
happy

your keeper is the warden
the warden is a fish locked
in with a net

keep your drugs
I’m good
(or I’ll pay)
your solution is not mine
mine is the tap tap tap of
the keys of my computer
mine is man lacking a so
happy future that to be
lonely is to regret my
death