Every Reality, Genuine

5/13/22

You never had any rights.

You just had dramedies
that instilled prophecies
of regular notions
on regular problems.

You had gas mileage
on brain processing
computer-coding children:
“stay frosty,
knuckle-back fuckers!”
they’d say, molesting themselves
all placebo style!

Illusionary mirror-walls
reveals all path — different to all.
Facial bravado, fallicio,
but, but would you like it?
If, if I punched your face in,
with words,
telling how to feel,
like a mirror-wall’s path,
a different perspective
to everyone’s all,
like STEM research
we force on top
on Children’s backs
until imitation
becomes genuine, genuine
reality.



Well, words are bulletholes for
brains gone six-feet below
the dirt;
a synonym, for high-sky heaven appraisals
in God’s only name,
made up so many ways
until all that’s left
is a bullet hole
in my brain
and, a stain.