TRUTH Vigilante: Ew, Icky. How Gross?

What Crawled Up My Butt?

What Crawled Up My Butt?

I want to ask for help
don’t know how to ask for help
I don’t know how to answer
be real
when they ask their questions
put me on the hoist
poke at my my framework
and what to adjust chemically for causality
when I can deflect
I can live with pain
the annoyance
the ignorance to consequence of loneliness
because I’d rather be alone in silence
than with them in awkward silence

give me a person who doesn’t judge
with their mouth
their eyes, their indifference
and get me the hell away from the one that says
welcome to the club
Jehovahs, Mormons, AARP
United Way, Red Cross blood drives and
benevolent societies to Fund police

I’ll sit in my box like the cat you don’t feed
or let outside
but eat
your hypothetical nucleic cyanide and live in relativity
I don’t ask for help
I don’t want help
Don’t gaslight, mindspeak or do whatever Fahrenheit 451 to me

yeah, I’ll keep it positive
while I sit in your dark
eating your shit.
Ready to be your higher processing cyborg
eventually
Elon.

Don’t have children.
Starve consumerism.
Jobs should have stayed dead.

A book is coming…I keep telling myself…as all kinds of arbitrary deadlines near & pass…like blaring traffic. So, there’s that.