paracausal middle finger

beacons shine brightly with causal energy

fettid and forlorn spaces of lost empathy

sympathic fluidic fybric enemy souls building viscuous
and highly caustic vacuous veigns of purely perfected weaponry

i take it and turn it towards following critical desperate critic lighting matches to unlit gas bins

i tell em all the time dont hate better ride with me before you die with me, my paracausal lyricysm will be drowning you in well water

to deep a subject for your critism, lighting them pipes up blitzin em

blitzen like a krieg for blunts burning my medicine
paraphen wax parable-ing that even them hating on my forlorn loving soul cant deny my lit lyricle nature of physics dipped poetics

youll find my poems paracauasal known through history like candles burning bothways

same as the en ergy i spend on this poem

jealous i make it look like easy bread and butter

smoking all day to blaze away my woefull life issues

they paying me in tissues to anonamously post golden greetings