I love to sleep with both eyes wide open,

So I can catch my dreams in the real world.

Maybe I just made all this up in my head.

I have written the truest story never told.

I dared to laugh at a joke nobody spoke.

Disembarking the coattails of a trail of smoke.

Where's my car?

I forgot where I parked.

I am lost,

In this labyrinth of thought.

But it is okay.

Maybe this is where I am meant to be,

A place made by me.

The Product:

All that I see,
Are faces of fake people,
Scurrying around,
In search of something real.

“It is not yours it is mine!
I take that which is mine!
I keep what is mine!
I consume what is mine!

Get away from it is mine!
I don’t share what is mine!
I don’t give what is mine!
What is mine is mine!”

False eyelashes!
Make up kits!
L-shaped couches!
And television sets!
They’ve become the things they own.
The things they own, own them!

You are not your job!
You are not your salary!
You are not your wallet!
You don’t need this ****!

****** into the tv,
The product becomes you.
You do whatever,
It tells you to do:
“This is what you want!
This is what you need!
You just got to have it!
You won’t be happy without it!”

You think it will sedate your hunger for happiness,
But you come out unsatisfied.
You try to impress people you don’t know,
Or even care about you;
Too caught up on the outside.

“Happiness must be taken,
And I will take mine!”
A false idea of happiness,
It is not happiness unless it is given!

All the products you see on the tv,
Are begging you to buy your own slavery!

You are the product!

**** your money,
**** your property,
I hope you choke on it!

All the Catholics on the Anniversary lie,
Eating Satan's eggs that fall from the sky.
Pull Jesus out of an egg,
To remind yourself that you'll never die!

Plucked the wings off a wounded bird,
That fell from a nest.
Planted fur and gave it rabbit feet,
It was so grateful that it oviposited gifts.

I saw Satan wearing a bunny costume.
He came around midnight and laid some eggs.
If the children rise and miss them,
We will go and cook the nest.

Come to the alter,
Bring a ****** flower,
To be deflowered by the sun.
When we see them again,
The flowers will bring their children,
To the festival of the Anniversary Sun!

Rabbit's mating beneath the Anniversary Sun!
Remembering the death of the Moon's son!

The goddess's son dies,
and lives again.
A ****** blossom bleeds,
And gives him new skin.

Come on everybody it is time to celebrate!
The rebirth of our king!

Sniff a bible verse off of a pagan god's chest.
Hang a devil from the top of a Christmas tree.
A Christmas ghost takes you back to the past.
It is not so bad with Christian imagery.

Come on everybody it is time to celebrate!
The birthday of our king!

I smell,
A queen bee drenched in alcohol!
Dried up,
And soaked into a cotton ball.
One whiff and all of a sudden she is my queen bee!
Now I devote my entire life to a spoonful of honey!

Baked inside her two thousand golden wombs,
Emerging drunk on her chemical love.
We eat her eyes for sight to see,
She sees what she wants to see.

Gold dust is stuck to my thighs,
And flowers are growing out of my eyes!
This is all I can see,
The life of a honey bee!

I hunt with the bees from the honeycombs,
All entranced by her chemical love song.
Seduced by the crown of a flower,
Hung ovaries filled with nectar.

Excuse me, Ma'am. May I, a humble honey bee, drink of your nectar?
I am a starved servant of my queen bee, and I must return to the hive with nectar for the colony, or else my queen will beat me maliciously!

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I am the mother,
The barer of life.
If you follow me,
You will survive.
You need someone like me,
You need a queen bee.

I am the one who rose,
and you rose with me.
I am the creator,
Of the entire colony.
You need someone like me,
You need a queen bee.

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Strong enough to hold down the seas,
Yet too weak to hold down the bees.
You can't tell us what to do,
Because the bees will find a way to defy you.

With a body so fat,
And wings so small,
We should not be able to fly at all;
Yet we fly anyway,
Because we don't give a **** about what you say;
The bees just levitate away!

Who are you to tell us what to do,
We are the many and you are the few!

We will miss you
And that’s okay.
We said we’d win
Whatever it takes.

For the good of the world
You had to jump.
We all know that,
Yet it still cuts.

Are you happy there?
Do you know we won?
And what about him?
Do you know what he’s done?

You both together
Are the reason we won.
You jumped, he snapped.
It worked, but you’re gone.

Light and color come to hug me.
I’m bathing in a melting rainbow.
I am the colours,
And the colours are me.