FATALISTICA Poem by Butch Decatoria
Sacrilicious science :
dissecting frogs legs deep fried (tastes like chicken) when we try to fly by the "secret" wishing and insultations up denying the absolutes our eyes to see the selfish flesh is heavy karma like bone and worship now a gathering moan chaotic hush and a bruha broom can only give dust its flight the mind in fear wears death and night darkling battlefields have already won our ignorance its tasty pawn indifference the after-dung Sacrilicious science of sleep walking purgatory fog / thick & dense (are you?) they prey our souls to keep so be mindful of what you believe or shite to read nutritional value : 0% sense electrolytes of air and no good deed goes... like coyotes and roadrunners VEEP! VEEP! vicious cycles acme roadkill Texas heat hope that God still loves his sheep when stupid nukes us mushroom / meals sacriliciously spun on devils' heels... (Yehaw Yahoo spurs and guns!) Sarchasm.
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Added on August 3, 2015 Last Updated on August 3, 2015 AuthorButch DecatoriaLas Vegas, NVAbout"I cannot wait to see tomorrow, but I will live like--I just couldn't wait!" --yours truly "In The Church of (My) Life, Love is Worship" -- yours truly Lets101 Quizzes - Fun quizzes for blog .. more..Writing
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