You miss my face

Gardening the battered soil in which we raced
upon

Rejoice the fermented fruits of your labor

All the hard work has paid off

But paying your dues was never in mind

Never mine to tax

You missed my face
When you dared to strike me

My words seethe your melted soul

I speak wisdom and righteous buffoonery
It's a demented balance

Like your framework
Blissful harmony
Harvesting organs
Organizing abortions
Choosing life over creation

Take no offense
It's the buffoonery acknowledging
Wisdom & Innovation

We listen to what we
Can not hear

We hear what we
Can not understand

We understand what we
Can not obtain

Like my face
My dashing face
That you can not
      Look in the eye no more