You're Own Being Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Eyes in the clouds
of any and all shapes
in the minds and thoughts
of the shadowy minds and thoughts
living within personal illusions and rigid
disillusions, and mental confusions. Holding
the frigid perceptions of life in the suggestion of
it is all an illusion, it is all a learned and followed belief.
Belief in illusion is that "phat" foolish conclusion, holding
tight to the collusion of the collision of either decision or
indecision; derisive kinda, sorta, maybe? Fattened fomenting
intellectual individuals believe that you should be believing them?
What kind of fat putrid scabs are these worms? Thinking that you
would fall for that stool, in this day and age? Fat intellectuals
have fat heads, and fat bellies, and fat feet! And fat is as
fat does; all fat does is eat, eat, eat, your limp brains
mixed with fava beans! Fat intellectual individuals
hide behind stale hearts, have nasty stinking farts
consume mass quantities of everything; including
what little bit of smarts the rest or you "tards"
reveal as your "upside down cards", in a game
of chance! There; these fatties, bind in the
unknown hidden stale want of freedom
the limitations, and the violations of
all civilizations. Exposing the tiny
worm beds these fatties hole up
in! Don't think! Expand and
re-spiral, you're own being!