Herculean microsomes

[veritas]

I’m reading Finnegan’s Wake while driving on psilocybin.

Vibing.

Is there no innocent way of providing perfect timing?

Rhyming.

Aight then let’s dive in:

The perfect Truman Show mixed in with Dark City
To tune in with John Murdoch gon cost ya a buck fity
One five oh to rhyme with Fivel headed west for nuclear survival
I’m always running this, yet never held liable
Do you feel the full brunt of this? Wherever it fell frightful?
Or fall in love with oven mits? Holding it held delightful?
I’ve given tons of shits, scoldings sell the psycho
Scribbling wonderous hits, beholding this swell eyeful
On a fantastic voyage, tighter than Colio’s braids
Man that’s the goyim, the driver of two crusades
We don’t avoid them, the giver of useful aides
And so I enjoy when I Deliver pew-pew fades.
I will give you three guesses but you’ll only need one:
A textile worker in Pittsburg squeezed a gun
A text berserker gets shit stirred in leagues of none
A sex worker slept and gets word when he’s done
This is all in complete fun.
You see son, let gramps here deliver you the state of the union:
The elders know Veritas the illest. No debate and no assuming.