Absurd as it may be
Balaclava has no eye holes,
Conscious level forever unknown; reports to the
Dopamine are....off. Too far
East of stable (act natural) Certain accounts read as
Fable, only DSM-five labels here.
Gas giant with a grifter's pull, but they
Hired a hack to
Infiltrate humankind.
Jinx at every milestone, thief of a
Knight at the kickflip kingdom until misled by a
Lizard Brain
MalFunction.
(nothing to see here)
Over-dubbed by--not a gunman whose demands
Pique a
Questionable array of neurons.
Risky riff-raff rabble-rouser rattled by this Rosey ruse.
Sycophant tamer, apparently, forceful for a
Toontown resident, known best outside the slaughterhouse,
United in this
Vivacious cause,
"Write, Writer, fuck the applause." With an itchy trigger finger
Xerosis wit to matchstick my disregard,
Yo-ho-ho vibe or mating call while I alter a
Zero-sum zest for another haunting hammer pull.
About the Creator
Willem Indigo
Let truly writing into the void begin.

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