Deciding to shape what surrounds us
As opposed to
That which binds us
We have expanded our own known universe
To compensate for our inherent
Pushing
Of boundaries
A once proud and gripping beast
No longer rubbing butter on the Rubens
Or feeding Reubens to the Botticellis
We are shaping our cargo to match our perfect shape
Like Archimedes once said
Loosely translated
In broken Latin
Before being sacrificed by sword
Like a stuffed olive
In an extremely dirty martini
'don't touch my circles'
I suppose
As an outsider
Occupying what little space there is left
Left to be considered outside
One cannot fully grasp
The bold direction
We have chosen to go in for certain:
Sleep apnea
Resting on a cherub
Boldly pushing the edges
Of that which cannot change in number
And so must change in mass;
Adding to the general radius
Adding stress to the radial
Sliced like a sea creature
And thrown overboard;
The average Viking Oseberg crew
Certainly prefers heartier fare
But the winter myth is getting old
These are perhaps not layers
To deal with the extremes
These are perhaps not features
Of our not so noble purpose
There is unequivocally still room
For different sizes of tube and sphere
But when crafting seats
For the Long Island Rail Road
In consultation with ergonomic scientists
Urban planners
Statistical sociologists
And civil engineers
All are in agreement
By virtue of the natural laws of compensation:
You are a non-rational actor
Furthermore
And, metaphysically speaking,
You have a fat ass
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4.20.09
Comments
Perfect ending!