G00D13 M0BB C3LL TH3R4PY...

Goodie Mobb "Cell Therapy"
instrumental played three days
straight, super-woke from the crank

freestyle sonnet #072: NONSENSE GIBBERISH SONNET ODE TO CYBORG CHUPACABRA AWARENESS

I have seen the cyborg chupacabras lurking

at edge of ash bored pine forest - THESE THINGS ARE REAL!

Able to feed on organic beast blood while working

artificial intel processors made of steel

and copper don't rust, these Yakubian devil

creations' eyes glint in dark like lasers lime green,

seeking out where living stock resistors revel...

The gamecocks I've painstakingly trained to focus mean

spirit after patriotic peacock displays

of false pride, slowly picked off one-by-one each night,

their bloodless carcasses left behind to abrase

will to resist. I "escape" through digital flight

but those cyborg chupacabra eyes (with strength) peer

amid that cybertronic controlled biosphere.

TOP TEN MEMORIES OF SS VA

#1: solitary work/of forever ‘sploding mind/what which won’t shut up

#2: stabbing shard haiku/poking at peace & quiet/fetal quilt cuddle

#3: survival depends/upon wood for warmth - plants for/sustenance - plus sun

#4: born under bad sign/4 shooting stars made Xes/as I crowned - “what’s up?”

#5: born king of paupers/born pimp of borrowed kingdoms/born half-fucking dead

#6: slow molasses nights/half-a-hydrocodone &/curl up on dog couch

#7: I hear the kraftwerk/in the faucet’s slow trickle/to keep from freezing

#8: deep freezes kill fleas/ticks minor pests but spring with/warm rains brings them back

#9: mongrel mutt begging/to go outside only to/bark to come back in

#10: “mongrel mutt” is me/mud-faced mix-up left outside/barking to get in