Thursday, August 31, 2017

The Thin Line Between Poesy and Mumbo Jumbo

My unethical psychologist
Has a sideline selling Tupperware
She speaks like my deceased firearms instructor
Poor guy used to promote self-defense
Self-awareness, self-determination, self-love
Always showing me tools and shiny hardware
How to deal with stress and happily care less

It's sounds easy :
Breath, aim, relax, release
But I hate guns, practicing anything
And microwaved food... yuck !
So what does all this mean ?

There is a coded message in the above free verse
I bet no one will ever decipher
Hidden like a dark matter supernovae
The physical address of Nirvana
The reason we're spinning in the middle of nothing
With absolutely zero clue on the whyzenwhenz
Total mystery on the holycowzenhowzen

A funny old gent who calls himself
Grand Reverend Mullah Guru Rabbi
Pretends to hold The Truest of The Truth
But dude doesn't know who scored the winning goal
At the last Copa America Centenario
Or the maiden name of Lady Madonna di San Diego

Well, the ancestor acts like my unlicensed psychologist 
The one selling Tupperware on the side
And a bit like my dead shooting coach

People call themselves specialists for others
Cleverly engineered and designed just for you
Sun goes down, who else understands the voices inside your head ?

The old dude retired with honor and doubts last summer
Sheila Psy.D. now works for Betty Crocker
A pistol lover was accidentally shot by his two-year-old toddler
All this I'm telling you was written in the Stars & News Paper 

©Jajjazz 



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