I am the happiest,

Eventually you will accept the facts,As they are.With beliefs you have chosen to keep…Broken into pieces,Like a jackhammer does to concrete.Believe in what you choose!No one disputes those thoughts coming from you.Although delusions and fantasies kept today…Can be likened to a pair of tight shoes worn.They may look good on one’s feet.However…The bleeding created and…

I want to slice you.Put you on pumpernickle…With provolone cheese.Heat up.And then with tomato and romaine,Top you with mayo,With a dash of pepper.Nibbling you until every crumb is done.‘What are you doing with that knife? ‘Getting it sharpened!And thinking about dessert.‘Can you turn down the music?It’s rather loud! ‘

To remove the useOf special effects…From their deluded lives.And the task will be great…Since the clean up will be monumental.He is up for the challenge.Generations addicted,Are preparing for their withdrawal from illusion.It will be a sacrifice,Unlike any they have known!He has been selected…To jolt them into reality!They had never traveled there before he came.And all…

You may just end up paying for them,In fake money.Or something senseless!

They would not be found whiningAbout those who can express,A depthness they can not accept.Or feel.Since they have spent their lives wading,In shallow pools of thought.And dripping in an incompetence,That seeks to be noted for its limited comprehension…And a lack of a diverse human interchange.And to have lived that isolated,Is profound!Yet still they wish to…

Or will you think of breaking ranks…Upon this dawning.Will you be a grumpy crank?Wishing for someone to spank.Or will you decide to think,This a warning?Your pennies now make less cents.Even if condensed to lint.But they’re kept as sentiments,Like worthless pawnings.But somehow you kept your faith,A return to waste would take…A slower pace believed?Don’t grieve!How about…