I am the Way and the Truth and the Light:
tell me I'm great or I'll mute you in spite.
What do mean I make claims? I will render
you mush in my Transcendent blender.
I am #1 in strange byways recherche;
though bypassing God, I sound almost as churchy.
My twang twanging music with old modal chords
Would Robin and Marion a wood full of bawds.
I'm so enlightened and strong deep within,
I'll cry and I'll snarl if you prick with a pin.
Its not far to go to see true what I am: -
inflated male ego mansplaining like spam.
YOU ARE READING
Potatoes
PoetryHot, Sweet, Saucy, Spicy - always filling/fattening. Donder - vb. To blunder about aimlessly, not knowing what the feck one is at.
