Wilting The Roses

Composing politics for the soul for the eyes or blind
and the ears or deaf...senses are numb. The nervous
system is wrapped in bones and flesh...illusions are
not real in the mind of a psychopathic corpse. The
neurosis of an obsidian gadfly. "Good morning
world!" Send in the clowns but beware the imp that
pisses in your seat and sees God in his line of
scriptures. With a sleight of hand playing Chess
to your Parcheesi's Monty Python, wilting the roses.