Breed Your Limbs/Bad Milk/Breed Our Limbs

Concerning: The compression and destruction of creativity, false/misguided praise, moulding potentially brilliant brains into stinking mulch. A daft haiku about drinking off milk. Love of spontaneity.

Breed Your Limbs 64

Nonsense is invaluable.

Your money isn't real.

I'm gonna paint you all

the shades of green you

can't distinguish.

If the education system

is trapping us in molds

and making Corpus Christi of

the outcome// then consider

yourself the pointed and rotting nail

of the smallest toe on

Christ's left foot.

I'd rather be piss in the ocean

than ocean in the ocean.

Have you ever had a new idea

that didn't involve financial masturbation?

Blind hate over the

pennies that inseminate

the youth bred to eliminate

any and all human function.

Bad Milk 64.5

I drank some off milk.
I wouldn't recommend it. 

I was very ill. 

Breed Our Limbs 65

Make no plans and keep it true.

When you've no idea what quite to do

question not the what and who

then release the thought inside of you.

Even great ideas are transient

so to kill them off is insolent.

Think not on Don's establishment

and when you cross the line stay adamant

that your new found view will hold value,

and from your 'mess' we craft a stew.

A brand new taste for which to share

made with tender love and care

that could cause a fire by spark and flare.

The greatest minds are unaware. 

25/10/13