“You Are The Company You Keep.”
Fools.
Grow so tired of fools.
PROPER FOOLS SHOULD BE MERRY.
Only fools of the ignorant variety left,
I see.
Pathetically Emotional.
Failing at objectivity.
Useless,
Towards my goals of Human Utopia.
Regressive,
In beliefs,
Heresy,
To my demands for Truth.
Yet I’ve always been weak.
Foolish myself,
In thinking you can teach fools.
My faults are my own.
I’ve never lied to the world:
“My infinite demons don’t exist.”
Shackled:
Steel boom chains woven,
Interlaced around my forearms.
Not the first to wield Metaphor,
As a Weapon.
Won’t be the last.
My kind rarely live past thirty.
Morbid jokes I used to make,
That I’d be dead by thirty.
Then I learned the former,
Via demographic statistics.
The latter humbled me.
I’ve been humbled many times.
Enough to know that I must humble others.
In the words of the poet Kendrick Lamar:
“BE HUMBLE.”
Alas!
What would Shakespeare think?!?
Quoting such a bard!?
Fuck Shakespeare.
I passed him,
Remember?
The Goddess Of A Thousand Masks.
A Metaphor that acts as riddled cipher.
I have many such puzzles.
So far I have yet to meet another soul,
Who has cracked even one.
Seriously.
Capitalize ’em,
Even!
But the world is drowning in fools.
Noah’s Flood.
Awaiting a day my secular Witchcraft –
Gets me burned at the stake.
Perhaps upon a burning cross,
In this year & timeline.
Times like these.
When fools proliferate like rats.
Ignorance infects entire countries,
Like a fucking plague.
Masked for so many years.
Neurodivergent hellscapes.
Year after year of hiding.
As neurodiverse,
Queer.
So now I am giving way,
Whilst remaining consistent.
YOU ARE THE COMPANY YOU KEEP.
So I shall keep none.
No longer will I endure stupidity.
As Carlin or Black,
I’ll treat disease like disease.
Ignore any & all politesse,
Or neurotypical heteronormative fakery.
Blunt Truth.
Dropping my boom chains one by one.
Already infamous.
What’ve I got to lose?
Culling close family from my life,
Mere wheat & chaff I am separating.
Machiavelli revolts me.
Yet I’ve still mastered his arts.
Evil,
Sort of grim cackling evil,
Full of greater goods,
Whilst sacrificing others.
Cartoon Supsrvillainy.
Mockery a la Satire.
Retching Gags a la Parody.
Speak in Metaphor.
Settle on caricature.
Discarding fools from my life,
As might a monk scythe crops.
An Intolerance for fools:
My greatest weakness.
“You Are The Company You Keep.” \\ PROPER FOOLS SHOULD BE MERRY.
