I strongly suspect, and certainly hope, than humans are more than mirror animals. This poem is a meditation on the self-destructiveness of a whirled-view of competition and re-lying on sects for perpetuation of humanity, plus an invitation to live for the benefit of awe…
Origin of Specious – Owed to Piece Makers
The origin of specious
Is defined
Buy who you will
Halve sects with
Whatever you kin due
To survive
Against awe others
Fucker be fucked
Killer be killed
That goaled in rule
That parently natural selection
Of won patriarchy
Too rule them all
And sew determined
That seamingly favored race status
A blood liable
Too shroud the truth
Of the finish lyin’
Fore posed losers
Never seeing it coming
Wrapped up in flagging feat
Awe the wile
Steeling humanity
With pick it fences
Dens of thieves
Master bed roams
And sale of partisan ships
In that sea of sucker punch
Drunk buy the liter of the pack
Hammered buy anything it can nail
For a faction of the price
The gruel being as thin as the veneer
Of bettor then the wrest
Sundays at exclusive clubs
Assault of the earth people
Yet soully thorn bushes
Mirrorly reproducing fig leaves
And no fruits aloud
As quiet the grave undertaking
Yet never enough
As awe that madders
Is getting
A peace of the axin’
Yet sum wear
Long the weigh
As less than
Promiscuous peace makers
Labor for won family
Undivided bye lust
That sacred culling
Of awe that can
Be a greed
No longer trashing one
An other
A dumpster diver city
Where every treasure recycled
For the benefit of awe
As awe of our grit
Brings us pearls
Stringing us long
Besting lowly booty
And dreams come true
Without re-lying on sects
And brute farce
Living in light
Heartedness
Never back to stuck in the dark
At that fervor pitch
That soul preyer
As game themselves
