OMG, that show right.

The 1 with the 2 spit split

like snakes with a tongue mid ripped

though the mouths tight lipped 

sewn shut, though it's missing every stitch

every gurgled attempt is to high pitch

dogs bark but human ears can't hear that bitch

down all for the cheddared limp tricks

only stand up tall, when up for playful hijinks 

fetching balls with the slobbered down rinse

better loosen that chain to free it from every kink

blissfully unaware, looks fade then you die and life is but a blink

lead me to the main-stream of the proverbial Kool-Aid and I still won't drink

this is why I don't give a fuck what you think.

But have a cookie, have a seat and ignore that old mans wink.

;)

What do I see?

Interpretation of an observational creation

each block connection is of an equally opposite relation

every map a question, where is my location

every mountain a fixation blinded by temptation

to keep the mind fixed on exploration

for every sight, is a visual narration of a synchronised negotiation

between mental collaboration of continued investigation

and measurable examination of our minds continued separation.

Serrated vision.

Those hollow eyes that follow closely

these blinded eyes that seem open to me

even though everywhere is too dark to see

but it's where I'd rather the stabbings be.