the fear is here.
nowhere to hide,
but behind it’s obscenely-brighten rear.
am I feeling chosen
do I get my kicks
is this satisfaction
should I leak some piss
?
What would you possibly mean
by “embrace your dreads, they are all from deep within”
are you a genuine sage
Is your brain a prodigiously ludicrous sponge
?
The grass is fresh-green
My pajamas are dark-blue
Do you see where I’m reaching?
Recognize the outmost of my point of view?
