Keep Going
When you revealed you would
kill your mother and dog for a
Guggenheim, I was captivated;
that takes guts, and I appreciate
your sickening gusto; the mental
alienation suits you.
Likewise, when you amputated your
legs because I said I admired them -
even though it wasn't you I wanted,
it was your legs - I was enchanted.
Despite anything to the contrary,
your moves are quite impressive,
I'm getting a real kick out of
the brain-controlled prosthesis as
you dance idiotically with no
concern for the safety or well-being
of anyone around you, letting loose;
thrashing.
