BreakCanon
09-01-07, 12:11 AM
Nonsense verses,
Accursed in a litany of subversion,
Submerged entities,
Purged of all meanings in the sermon,
While the deluge of diversion stutters uncontrollably,
Harboring pathological hatred for the loads which must be carried,
Abstract symbol head-scratcher,
Parries with blunt symbolic Odyssey,
Game, set, match,
The winner is permanently scarred by the pathology,
Yet physically they are left without a scratch,
But as useless as a retriever who refuses to play fetch.
Squeeze the cerebellum and wonder at the goop which is released,
Jabberwocky syntax, play the game until it bleeds,
Sensory messes vex me; I have catered to my scowl,
Without necessary equipment I will flounder on the prowl,
Living in the here and now, it’s difficult to walk,
But easy to run away from the stalking creature amok.
It’s a different ballgame when you’re muttering in the hills,
Trying to shovel knowledge with a bucket of rusty spoons,
Imagine Loony Toon’s getting entirely ****ed off acid,
Such is a picture of my world, painted in crass fashion,
A knack for intensity bound by chains of torture symphony,
I was born with a condition lying dormant in the cacophony,
I overlooked the hive mentality while grasping for the remote,
Drawing a line in the sand, delineating a moat,
Like Jeremy I was king of the castle,
Only without the pools of blood,
Keeping my head above the flood,
Trying to carve a niche without a shovel,
Stuck in a bubble,
Smells like trouble friend,
Maybe if I ask, you will help me out again.
Accursed in a litany of subversion,
Submerged entities,
Purged of all meanings in the sermon,
While the deluge of diversion stutters uncontrollably,
Harboring pathological hatred for the loads which must be carried,
Abstract symbol head-scratcher,
Parries with blunt symbolic Odyssey,
Game, set, match,
The winner is permanently scarred by the pathology,
Yet physically they are left without a scratch,
But as useless as a retriever who refuses to play fetch.
Squeeze the cerebellum and wonder at the goop which is released,
Jabberwocky syntax, play the game until it bleeds,
Sensory messes vex me; I have catered to my scowl,
Without necessary equipment I will flounder on the prowl,
Living in the here and now, it’s difficult to walk,
But easy to run away from the stalking creature amok.
It’s a different ballgame when you’re muttering in the hills,
Trying to shovel knowledge with a bucket of rusty spoons,
Imagine Loony Toon’s getting entirely ****ed off acid,
Such is a picture of my world, painted in crass fashion,
A knack for intensity bound by chains of torture symphony,
I was born with a condition lying dormant in the cacophony,
I overlooked the hive mentality while grasping for the remote,
Drawing a line in the sand, delineating a moat,
Like Jeremy I was king of the castle,
Only without the pools of blood,
Keeping my head above the flood,
Trying to carve a niche without a shovel,
Stuck in a bubble,
Smells like trouble friend,
Maybe if I ask, you will help me out again.