Where is my other notebook; the one containing
more excellent thoughts – it’s lost
It’s on to plan B

Now, pertaining to - aspires to
larger visions, farther places
grander than the game itself
Off I flew to catalogue
footprints of the Great Ones

Each a mission where, throughout
not once did bother to embrace
the niche
Neither household nor the
occupants themselves who
Are the chosen
And the chastised
yet I; so polite to decline:
refused to eat from a soiled plate
or accept a small bed on the floor
far less; tear a strip from my clothes
to bind the wounds I caused

Once again; according plan B
and this time
it’s high time I knew
what it is to be pissed on, to be
pissed on again
It’s time it's High Time to recognize
The Crown of Thorns for first It Is
- Driven In -
points broken off against the skull
The grand reward for investigating
upholding a basic truth

Wear that for a day - then review
need for minor changes to
private aspirations


aka slipknot41 – FL winter-over ‘05