Sardonic Wrath -

Camel requests the acupuncturist The keys to the gate of eternal bliss Which really only exists in Transient, contemplative wisps Like the “what is” and “what if’s”; Having been told By a man so old It’s easier to make his entrance Foie gras filled with bastardized Anthropocentric lies Loose limbs shimmy and sink whims Force feed broken dreams Trying to swim Crawling for a purpose, A question of worthiness Where stars above and beyond yawn Their indifference. Often ironic That the hammerhead fish of godless darkness Is the more delighted Of all of us.