Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Laugh Orgy

Your spirit is a nonpayment assort;
an orgy of laughter with out creativity,
a monkey house of frivolous plight.
No concrete grasping, passion or mystery,
to you mystery is a misery
black from color or white.
Disintegrated on the mercy go round,
vigil of the horse in front.
Welcome after the circle's around;.
A heedless minutia of incident,
giggling like carved, painted smirks
of a dead, never known Artist.
Eavesdropping to the music's
never ending tin can sound forgot.
Devotion that is impure or disobedient,
pleased or lonely pleasant.

Confidants that are not acquaint,
faded resemblances not just!
Made of what they thought
they should be.
Nothing original sought,
the occasional random element
of a incidental fight:
And then in the middle of night,
boom boom out goes the light
and another day plugged
in to the same
440 volt, 2400 megawatt
standard dim lit flame!
What does it suggest?
Is it a zoo or a museum?
The circus life is now closed,
try and find your way home.
Have a banana, scratch,
and throw your crap on the wall...
HAHAHAHAHAHA