It's hard to find humor
in a box of severed hamster heads
But sure as a fly will wind up in your drink,
you're gonna look anyway
it is the nature of man
to delude himself
and the nature of thinking man
to berate himself
You're aware that it's only a show
put on exclusively for your torture
none of it real
nothing is real
real is an abstract concept
real ain't
but still you are forced to witness its lecherous debauchery
not to mention its repetitive redundancy
Yet the show must go on
and of course it does
though forced to endure it
you still aren't enjoying it
you have a ticket and a seat and opera glasses
but somebody cut off your hands,
spanked your bottom,
and poked out your eyes
What manner of evil
stages such twisted production
other than Woody Allen, I mean
Who would state the facts incontrovertable
no one that I could ever agree with
There are no more facts
or so I proclaim
you disagree
I fidget
you die
I die
Ugh
!
Another box
Doughey substances
unleaven gray matter
Satan's bakery
No ovens there
Fear pours from the inevitable
nothing you can do to stop it
four loaves of French in the basket
One for your wit
One for your hair
One for your sorry ass
One for your soul
No wonder you're bummed out
Single women taunt you from their monster trucks
Ignore them.
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