O beautiful panoramic views,
In synthesizer hues!
I am a mask of perfection
With stains of deception!
I was inducted into pain
With no reduction or gain!
When nothing else matters,
And your reputation is in tatters!
You enter into solitude
And absurdly count the molecules!
Just like Camus in exhalation
Or Sartre in humane expiration,
Those opiates of thought!
The dreams I had bought!
I once met Socrates in Paris! ( Did I tell you? Lol!! )
I knew I would be slightly embarrassed!
He was arguing that I don’t exist,
But do I really… give a shit?
I write, so therefore I am
But God thinks I’m a spam!!! ( Discovered inside his celestial dust bin )
Am I a guy? Am I a fly?
I know I can be a barfly!
Yes…I am soup, I am soup!
I am everything and anything but poop!
Thinking back… ( Play elevator Musak…Girl From Ipanema. )
Of all those steamy encounters for sex,
My existence was vexed!
But when I broke out in blues,
I exercised the ( spruce ) goose!!!
I became the backbone of reason,
When you thought it was treason. ( It was not submission!!! )
Today I crawl through life’s chaotic traffic,
However…I fear one day,
The headlines…will be… graphic!!!
( With classic spinning newspaper effect )
Rules are made to be broken.. and you break them constantly within the guidelines.