wordwhore

I don’t want to make sense
I want your brain to fart from 12:01 ’til 11:50′10

I want to rhyme a few lines
Then leave rhythm behind for the next four
I want you to try to figure me out
Until your intellect just can’t take anymore

Chaotic rationalizations
Inducing scattered theorizations
Reducing brainiacs to victims of their own logic
Their obsession with the reward of right
Is borderline erotic
Like throughtgasms so insane
They’re borderline neurotic

So it is written, pleasure is tantric
And obvious intercourse isn’t that deep
So my art must be
Your B. your D. your S. and your M.
By defining a serious madness
So dominant you bow at my feet

I want your right eyebrow raised
Like your left just caught a fly
I want to see parts in your unibrow
Caused by wrinkles in your third eye

I want to see stink on your face
Because the stench of a baffled perception
Burned your nose hairs like mace

Loathe everything I stand for
Because you’ve fallen so madly in love
With my polygamist metaphors
I’m such a word whore

I like to leave you blinking
Like you just lost your contacts
And your struggle to correct your vision
Because im so abstract….

c. 2009 soprofound

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