if heaven was down and hell
was up I would be like "WTF"
but wouldn't be impressed
or side winded by all the mess
and swarm of lies imposed
on childish young minds
living in libraries buried
in spineless tales of
tailbones and backbones
tables topped with cell phones
clustered clouds of internet
analog & digital futurist
a heightened short lived
enlightened longevity
enough to tear a praying
mothers religion to shreds
and put mythology to bed
no apology and pardon the
analogy a king sense of
energy brings me back to
the realm of reality being
remembering getting
threatened a beating
until I roke like okra
as if a vegetative
state of mind would
scare me blind but still
I see just fine left all that
unnecessary roughness
behind along with old clothes
don't fit no more on a
elevator holding enough
stuff to say "WTF" for