If Sneezes were Horses, then Beggars Would…Sneeze, Probably

O man – what art thou? Thou’rt not mighty
Clingingly pathetically to a Kleenex box
Instead of wielding a conqueror’s sword
Lifting patent medicines, not wine, to thy lips

Thy sneezing and wheezing will not win thee worlds
The book unread though open in thy lap
Thy darked-orbed eyes unseeing and unseen
Thy wretched, reddened nose – all is despair

And snot that runs in foul, polluted streams
O man – thou art little more than Nyquil-dreams!

Cobwebs lined up around me
Asleep, in a coma
In a trance within my cocoon
Dead to the world,
It sees only my skin
And assumes there's life within

I move achingly
Fighting against the bond
Every string clingingly drops by
I move, freer now, freer than ever
Every second, breaking through
Every moment brand new.

My cold Connie Candice Clover, let us climb a clingingly cautious,
**** cured, clean-queen cypress tree on fatherless-****-run Cyprus
It's true 'cause Jesus believes it, no ******* teen ****, with an hour-
glass figure, could **** M.I.T.'s most honored mathematical ******
I ain't looking to have my **** *** scratched by a goofy communist
'cause Rome wasn't built in a day, & I don't want no more homosex
from you, now that you have confessed to being homosexually gay.
All imperialist gringos must go to Peru, eat lima beans & rob banks
& corner the prison market on made-from-spoon-razor-sharp shanks

Cold Connie Candice Clover, let's climb a clingingly-cautious,
****-cured, crisp cypress tree on fatherless-****-run Cyprus

I may not travel again
I may not even work

Curious conversation
With the gift shop clerk

I like the silence most of the time
But then there comes the fear

I call my loved ones clingingly
Ah! Their voices in my ear

It's very hard to imagine
To forever disappear

I am also ambiguous
Not pure. Not now. Not here.