Parrots of the God

Jazzing it off with discourses on a tight rope of viewpoint
somewhere on the journey of cigars and tirades;
I am like a million pirates
cutting through molds of deviation
because you professed you are a thought on a free riding ecstasy
and I said it was stupid

Metamorphosing Gaiman on the covers for a revelry,
shifty like national heroes of foggy boulevards
But I know if I fart you’ll savor it heartily
so I laugh like hyena

*Thus like anybody’s apple that took innocence away,
it’s a privilege to be the outburst;
I’m like Gary Stu for all its worth –
too real as to reel you like a deity
So you cringe at your agnostics, hole up to metropolitan
and be the thought that you are
Joining “rainbow” delusion and it’s really a mystery,
so they all say,
and the mockery goes on because I raze donkeys to the ground.