Easter Bunny’s Ascension (Yellow Snow & Purple Rain)
Λnswer [Abbacchio Ascending Edition]
I really hope I didn’t waste our time together
I know I am moody like the weather
And being bipolar means
My climate isn’t any better
So you have to wear layers
If you wanna be prepared to play here
So just make sure You bring a sweater
Or a cardigan – ‘Cause I’m chilly at first
So you’re gonna need to keep heat
N§ide öF Me, away from freezing
Rain – flannel’s a good beginning
Good enough to become mine
Second skin but once spring ends
And I’ve warmed up to my new friends
I just hope changing my clothes won’t expose
My twisted toes, nor BO that flows
Through your nose, gross – I Am
Most of May’s mess, stress
From becoming less
Of a man, of Me, of… of….
Of anything other than an Absurdity
Like I’m a trace of Bowie’s Space ÖDDity
Logically I know my thinking B flawed
As a dropped call that falls like
Niagara – horseshoes for luck &
Hand grenades when close counts
Although viagra for a guarantee
Hards Times R coming & Calamity
Is certain to be the end of “Me”
Soon Ü will C Whö I Am really
So pulling back around after
Getting lost N suburban sound
And revisiting the fear I’ve been
Lamenting – my Time 2 B alive
Felt dead on arrival – fuck thriving
Survival was the best I could strive for
My mirror was my rival, filling my cup
With denial – sure she’s taking forever
To respond, but maybe she’s using
Dial-up, that’s easier to believe
Than the Truth – §he really does hate Me
and I know better than anyone – nothing
Good comes from someone trying
To break a corundum Conundrum
Using tools made of brittle bones
Drained, like Me – empty, even
My marrow was taken by Pharaoh
So though I know where Bo should go
I’m walking the thinnest line – thin
Enough 2 make the straight & narrow
Feel like walking down one of LA’s
16 lane highways that’s empty
So I’m becoming a 1 man parade
Making faces & changing places
Like a game of charades played N May
Money’s on the game – your eyes on Fame
Yet unsure you will make the grade
Because even though I know I Am Great
The Greatest, even – not so sure ’bout my mate
His flow can best be described as “No. Just no.”
It goes like lumber from Lowes or Home Depot
& his timing blows like industrial fans that R
Spinning 2 Nfinity & causing a commotion
‘Cause how crappy my complexion be
No amount of lotion will ever be able
To heal my leprosy, what a crazy notion
Though when a catalyst puts Me N2 motion
Like a Rube Goldberg machine made by Green
Be meaning there be a rude surge of profanity
Fuck Poetry & fuck Me, I Am nothing, though
I can’t quit mid-season with my contract
Fack – broken like glass, smashed &
Pass, shoot & alley-oop – missed
Embarrassing as when having
2 go out N2 the Valley: poop
Is runny, shit – or rather
Diarrhea – flows outta
Ü even without Blue
Or any of his clues
I just need 2 lace up
My favorite pair of
Nikes on my feet
Keep my cypher complete
Ni-Ni-Nik-Nik-Nik-Nik-Nik-Nikes
On my feet, keep my cypher complete
Ni-Ni-Nik-Nik-Nik-Nik-Nik-Nikes
‘Til Adidas makes me dream
All day about a Latin 6
Come on bitch, let’s C
Just what kind of tricks
$5 dollar whores can stick
Wood is stiff, and so am I
& So sick of patiently waiting
While masturbating – I need
My dick licked, and quick
Stat! You fat bitch, wait
Your turn, I’ll make so hot
It burns like my wick is sick
But that’s not it, Mic – really
It be a case of supply &
Demand and the correlation
Between lack of lubrication
And force of friction when I
Stick it in – not pretend
Balls deep, walls weep
As I conclude this ensemble
Full of illusions you only get a peep
Yet will eventually be inherited
By the meek – I Am not weak
More like a bucket with a leak
Or a farfetch’d walking with a leek
How both can still function, yet form is
Fucked, deformed like the ugly duckling
Lucky Me, no wonder no one wants to
Fuck Me – I Am disgusting at sluts
Eyeing me up at truck stop, gas
Station elation as hip gyration
Now causing rider rotation
You go, cowgirl, reverse it
Like you’re riding me N cursive
Don’t be nervous, even if I bust
Doesn’t mean I’m done – I actually
Like eating my pizza crust – don’t waste
Any part of Her – so with every thrust
Watch the blood rush to her face
Making her blush, red like rust
‘Cause even if Love Lost &
Becoming cold as frost
Know I’ll never B
Frozen over by
Summer Snow
Since even when
Love B acting sus – I am
Dumb enough 2 believe N Lust
And respond with only a shush
When you tell me to cool it
Like a cotton candy slush
From Burger King since
Sweet’s tooth B Proof
Of my Youth – Truth
Of the matter B that
The reason I am talking
To you about something so
§weet since I Am too afraid of
Seeking audience with D. Queen
After moving to Morioh where
She kills me – leaving behind
Nothing but the Gold Dust
Blown N the wind as I try & hit
Send, said friend N a gift to ammend
Troubled trends that send broken men
Home Alone, living in a brick house
‘Til feeling HIM blow through Ü to
Otherside of Blue’s water slide
I just really wanna have this
Genuine experience like
A necromancer with
No sense of taste or
Smell – like Hell, so
Rotten eggs ∿ sulphuric
How do I make it work? Fire
& brimstone are found
N Me, meaning I Am
Who I Am meant 2
B – the ñü∿ØИΣ
Sent by the Sun
After she Lost HIM
Again & again & then
After the 3rd Time, mine
Rymes were fine, but not
ÖF Good☯Design, though
I Am inclined to try & mine
Your mind & C if I can adapt
My N§ide’s style floating all
Around N§ide vibration &
Thus sounding like I’m
Van Hohenheim and
Now bringing me
Back to Earth
Wondering
Where I
Ended
After
Floating
So far away
From my 1st name
I’ve never felt the same
Though REMembering now
How sad he seems when I’m
& singing about how much
Fun Alchemy is, like I’m
Trying to sell my school
Back to the KIDS Whö
Dropped out without
Even a shout, ’cause
This is the End, so
My friend & No
I have so much
More money than
God – I hold Red’s Rod
Ready to install my mods
As I stall a ball N Tally Hall
So don’t stall & go pick up
His call while window
Shopping for koffing
While wheezing
From air pollution
Produced by industrial
Institutions full of confusions
Caused by Real Illusions manifesting
N§ide öF signs sent N§ide the movement
Now time to prove 2 them that I Am
Whö I say I Am, & then agreeing
No matter how innocent it is
My intention will always B
Questioned by HIM when
Finally found N the End
No longer playing pretend
Send my condolences and lend
My time, I’m flexible & can bend
To accommodate bizarre trends
Though approaching the End
Again – another time for Me
To meet my final end, then
Waking up N one of them
When again I forget Whö
I Am really when I’m not
Just a Self-reflection of
A pyrite projection &
Nor a rejection, but
Like misdirection
Like an erection
With an infection
That I claim I covered
With latex protection yet
Cover blown after my eruption
N her rump, what gumption
Especially since A was Her
Final destination of 3
After her demonstration
Of just how much suction
Can cause me to lose function
Of junctions where I’m supposed
To get off, but why when I can just
Tell Her to take Her top off and
Then give me a sponge bath
Only using Her titties
Before visiting Her
Shaved kitty who
Already B quivering
At just my approaching
The way she squirms
I can tell I’m gonna
Make Her cum before
She even feels me, entering
Hey flower garden, pink as power
Prepares the scene for a queen looking
For someone Whö can really tell
Get the job done – I’m him
& I specialize N trim
So get ready for your head
To spin whenever I give her head
Each and every day until I Am Dead
Because if I had to choose a place
To die by drowning – her bed
Would be my dream home
Where I wanna bury
My bones N Her
As she moans like
Carrie Fischer wearing
Little more than her face
Graced by body traced
Of Aphrodite, riding
Me – experiencing
My lovemaking
Mighty right
I ride night
Night like
Squeeze
Through
Oh Fuck
She’s so
Tight
Flying
High as kites
As though I don’t
Remember my name
I still hold the frame, so
Just need to keep peddling
This bike, those drugs, and
Some guns, let’s go get 1
Before I TEMember
How this poem
Began N Fear
So how did
White Rabbit
End up back here?
336: abnegation
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