once you learn that life is but a game you see no reason not to embelish its thin facade. speak truth into the matter by revealing the the blatant lie that is comformity of the mind. be free to embelish the catalyst of life, the free will of creation itself; a perfect being dancing like a maniac to its own music

Be ye not conformed
the trivial things of life
instead, be renewed

sapiens, sapiens,
unable to comprehend stimuli you are
so blind. i am
so bored with you
you simple man

miniscule fruit fly:
the thought of comformity a nuisance
the cul-de-sac does not tempt me
you can lick the soles of my feet from
where you are at

you might think i, being endowed by
drastic opinions and drastic moods,
would be keen to take drastic measures but alas;
the most persistent thought is apathy

so if it please you then so be it;
there is no room in my mind
for chasing after
ants and flies the size of bread crumbs

and that you may read this gives me no
thought of joy or pain or anything;
if the crown fits then so be it
that it might sit upon your head
and i a jester in perpetual, nihilist laughter