Hey, hot shot!
If you wanna
carpe diem,
you better have
the globulos to
Veni. Vidi. Vici.

Roaming
these winding
streets and alleys
in the darkest valley
of the id..
shall educate you
on the wisdoms
that your daddy
wasn’t there
to teach you.

The wisdom
of submitting
to the beast
within.
We’re all
just animals
in robes
and garments..
tailored
from translucent
threads of silk.

Strip down a nun
to her bare essence..
what of her is left?
Two teats
for nourishing
new life
with her sweet milk.
One pussy
as a passageway
to world corporeal
for more of Devil’s ilk.
An orifice for taking in
and, on the other end,
another for excreting out.
And all of it is constipated,
hopelessly, by vows to God.

The Devil’s wisdom
is to pick and choose
The God you bow to well..
I choose The God
who dances me to heaven..
through the windiest
of hell.