[veritas]

Life is like Charlie brown’s shirt

Cephlocaudal development in humans,
Because problems are never problem’s solutions
Colossal impediments, the nuisance,
Of loving what kills you, like Golem’s confusions.
A circle, a ring, causality, a priori,
Resourceful is the king, no fallacy, amore.
The presupposed suppository,
The emperor’s new clothes are boring.
It’s raining, it’s pouring, and the old man is snoring
Shall we gently shake him to wake him?
…shakes the old man….
“Damn kids! I was dreaming of when I used to be king!
Long before I gave a damn about anything
Like rent or bills, thrills, or credit/debit
Or whats happening to the fappening on reddit
And you can bet it’s the downfall of your entire plot
That your names get brought up and tossed in the lot.”
“what about the forests?” , you ask the old man…..
“there are no answers, only choices, and do you even understand?”
Crickets, jiminy, silent yet livid with violent imagery
Of ISIS specifically. Our minds are confined like King’s misery
Then all of a sudden it happens!

The valley is gone! The valley is gone! The weak are now strong!
The beef has thawed, the sleep is gone, and the deep aint wrong!
And as you rise up from your watery tomb, you understand and finally see….
That the red baron is just a dog in a place he shouldn’t be
So you let your imagination run wild until it exhausts all its options
Then your right back where you started, wack and full of toxins.