Wu Wei

Inhabitant of earth a flashing crackle in the furnace
Sacrificial dance against the dirges
Commendable attempt but a laughable insurgence
Traveling vagabond full of traffic cone courage
Archangel on a high horse with acrophobic stirrups
Not compatible with service verse an animal with purpose
Its the age of the earthworm payback
Vertebrae stacked out of anaerobic syrup
Its every apex predator for themselves
Against an army of arthropods rockin bulletproof shells
If you measured my exoskeletons for nutrient density
You'd be pushing that abacus back and forth for a century
I'm in my blue collar blue phase
Fuck a Donner party mmmfoodbank
Operation Doomsday oligarchy tomb raids
I'm a feed every starving artist today
On some a la carte waffle party Tuesdays
Over all day Ali Farka Toure
A pond koi in the lost art of wu wei
Still i'm on point like en guard touché
Call it dharma this yellow brick pilgrimage got elvis hips
Ill shake them til their melted down to gelatin
A jolly lad bumping elbows with the hellions
I'll body slam the bellows til my body bag is well and zipped

Body cam a hologram
Olive branch the eldritch
Polygraph an autocrat
Doppler scan a celtic jig
Balmy handed golfers clap
Sonogram a Russian doll
It's turtles to the bottom
Did you follow that?
No not at all
Insert cool sounding jargon
My noodling gets a presidential poolhouse pardon
No cooldown sorry this is schoolhouse arson
Smoke signals but even my plumes will outsmart them
Y'all fluent in moving your jowels
I'm fluent in moving through community doubt
With cumulus clouds consumin every lumen around
I've planted my feet
Put Roots in the ground
The future is now
But still its jack and the bean
The map of my dreams
Has ruminant for leguminous towers
Yadidimean I saddle up on satellite wings
Jupiter drowns out the juvenile town talk of the parlor
Taking stock of your chain grommeted armor
Plotting to take your stock and then take off with the charter
Fuck them I Maelstrom every mega yacht in the harbor
The saltiest otter
Ill turn ya krew into kraut
Yeah I could hop in the water
And make a lupulin stout
I dont talk to piranhas
That still got food in their mouth
That go and shop for a martyr when there's a eucharist drought
Im a humorous troubadour making circuitous rounds
Through the punitive view of the human as crucifix bound
To the cubicle crucible food for the nuclear powers
But the plumage is hubris and cueing the puma to pounce