Ground Saliva

Discordian who's bows were broken

I say broken but your mold is sold

You forsake not the bleg 

And blindly pretend

With a joy all that rots instead

You think ants can’t evolve

Now there are dog like ants

Which can jump and melt things

Even your prints

Because the ants are more than magical

They are little gods

And they’re mortified of your ways

Horrified of your days

I shout to the public a gaze 

of self But not a self maze

A gate

Untainted

So simple

So true

To a freedom 

To be Lion for a Day

But you say nay

You take my down with you

Your electrical dismissal

You are the one making judgments  

Your Grizzle

Your Drizzle of pain

Why can’t I celebrate publicly

Without you spraying hate

Oh betwixled

Since you never let me love you

Why don’t  you whistle yourself away 

Go to someone who’s going to foolishly ignore your presence

Go away sweet bitter ones

Please don’t make me do it

There are so many moments

I could just do it

I swear its not a lie

Treble and bass

Is on very high

Midrange is known

And placed in a zone

Where you will lose this war

And never will become

The ultimate

The utopic ignition

And everyone far and wide

Will know it was you

So tarry in the midst if you will

Mr and Mrs  Regulators

I don’t follow your way

I follow the ultimate death

Why wouldn’t I, it’s easy

So why do you continue to step

Who knows

I’m tired

I must get some rest

The new moon is coming

I’ll leave it up to them

and send you pestilence