What Is A Human

I see the obscenity before me

born again

porn again

chest feeding birthing holes.

Inner accessory,

truth obscured by blinding light.

What we have here,

is a failure

to excommunicate.

Cunnilingus Carl Jung

and his

inked dreamed theme,

making guesses,

not really knowing

how humanity

would play out.

I see the absurdity of my

surroundings

and I get drunk and ponder

the possibility

of two comets vying for

first place,

with Earth being

a most popular target.