I chose to write Nonsense, now, go get me an electric shaver

If you yell the testament loud enough –
brains will splatter against cloudless intestines.
Pink cops find intelligence near a cow’s hernia.
The real meaning to life
is counting the pages in a brochure.
William Shatner invented his very own penis,
made out of Coppertone & oven mitts.
Dinosaurs we’re the first species
to talk gibberish about plural nouns & caskets.
Do you ever catch yourself
vomiting vocabularies while watching Jerry Springer?
I might as well punch a fuzzy Pee-wee Herman.
Should you spell fungus
with a T, make sure its design like Oprah winfrey.
Narratives we’re created by dwarf bagels –
the universe promised to spread aids amongst the stars.
Watch out for those Hipster-Nazi’s
they’ll poison your food with vegetarian flaxseed.
Praise Bob and he will reward you
with a stack of peanuts and playboy magazines.
A wise man once said: Find truth and let your blue balls itch.
Should you come across Jesus
throw him a wiener schnitzel?
Let’s talk about the true word of Nonsense.
Buddha can turn his own feces into gold.
If you fart twice chuck Norris
will shake your hand and smile with a common courtesy,
Last thing – I lost my training bra, oh…wait! Those are my watermelons.

 

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The rise to our final collapse

We can crawl out through our own skin
we take a little piece of flesh…
And find evidence of a god that dismisses his own questions.
Death finds perspectives in all directions.
I have been convinced that this world has finally reached its pinnacle.
Doubts will slip and benevolence dies.
He marks his own judgment in a reflected tainted mirror,
but now so many answers have been proclaimed:

Crucify Justice
crucify Courage
crucify Wisdom
crucify truth in an empty space…
And crucify birth to a far great collapse.

Consciousness has now taken our Music, Poetry, Laughter, Humor, and Grammar…

I still can’t hear the blasphemous poet speak…
listen to the ghost-spirits echoing away at their extraordinary voices.
I matter to mankind – look closely & you’ll see the great smile of death.

 

© Charlie Zero and The Rise to our Final Collapse, 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Charlie Zero and The Rise to our Final Collapse with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.