Jest because you arrived by cellular division after subatomic fission provided the condition for fertility remission and administration of the cultivation of the society of our awareness to attend to your unfairness every last Thursday by eleven o'clock at night doesn't give you the right to think the rest of us somehow don't factor into your programming of the Motherboard because honey you can't afford another manifested accusation for the time it takes to complete litigation. You better surrender yourself or begin thinking about escaping this nation.
Not the byways and excursions of a pleasant vacation. A one way trip to the opening mouth of perpetual hellaciousness. Good gracious what a mess.
Couldn't contrive a more complicated situation if we tried. Goodness knows we tried, but this time we've reached the end of the ride. This hand of tarot cards dealt out is over. A moon swallowed by a succession of cups in order before folding. Never knowing which unused cards fate might be holding. Pouring out your dream into a cloud for it to pass on through like so much summer rain. Scowling out from under a sunburnt brow wincing from the memory of the pain.
I'll post a hidden comment here praising this piece, Shaun. Got some nice flow to it and awesome rhyme. I can picture you doing this as spoken word at Cup of Joe.
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