Yo, our eternal-energy center-piece
Is a hurried enemy of police
And a civilly-disobedient masterpiece
His presence seems to cease all words
Beckoning peace to please every sentient being and entity
That can hear, see, read, or believe
His thoughts, trans-dimensionally constructed pieces of genius, from the new-born Jesus
Dissolving the wood from the cross before the second loss
No supervisor or boss to emboss the seal on this child's cross
The crown of thorns, no pit of evil unicorns in which to throw
The scorned, only a five-foot plastic mold-able swimming pool
Full of fifteen year old porn and torn up squirrels
Whose insides were digested, regurgitated, unfurled and hurled by a mentally-ill
Ten-year-old girl with schizophrenia, let me tell ya the
Child attorney representing me started her journey yearning for earnings and not learning
While upholding the law from her lawn at the Misericors’ Manor
She didn't understand the clamor and banter generated by the grammar
In the dissertations she wrote full of bad notes, evil creations, and theories on One Centralized Nation
But she soaks in the glamour of fingering Brooke Banner while
Giving Jenaveve Jolie the ween in the B-U Double-T and spreading Roxy D’s
V-A-G over the third seat of a four-seat bicycle with Holly Michael
And Riley Reid soaking in my seed while Lily Carter
The master-sharter, and the cosmic blurb of artwork poses for a still
Overdosing on gigantic pills filled with the seminal testicles of a Royal Bill
Birthed to breed at the zenith of the new mental festival pumped full of extraterrestrial cortisol
My mind will dissolve, will dissolve, will dissolve, let it all go
Here we go, let go of the worry
In a hurry and find joy and peace in your life
Tonight let go and just let go of the fright
Yo, he wields and inserts the oddity that is his anamorphic wee wee
Into the five woman peens
And as hinted via prophecy, they scream about
The Ten Arbiters, the harbingers of a new order
The legend of a disjointed appointment of anointment
The Sheeptillian King pulls out his thing and the sky turns pink
Handed down to him from his Mother and her partner
Suzie Struthers, also known as the Judge of the Seven Spires
Who retired a Dire Lord from The Lost Shires
One who built a fire-themed nursery full of
Books, guns and lost dreams from me at the age thirteen
And he set up an apothecary for steeds
Whose breeds were too strange to read out of the Book of Rearranged Horses
I wrote after my fifteenth and sixteenth divorces