Ode to Tumor (2-myrrh)

swallow the rest assurance and abide by sullen faces
leave the spine of books unspoken for, just let them lay. embrace this.
pop the pill if pills are popping like a pussy you saw dropping
ignore the fishes in the vases. riches come from never stopping.
explore the whore inside you till you hate it's wretched grin
it's not only oxygen but gin you drank to rid the sin.
that's good enough for them, but is it good enough for me?
I'd rather sit inside and hide and catch up on watching glee.
what colors smear across the endlessness of time?
its orange? no. it's yellow. NO. Let's just let it be sunshine.
And the moon, of course, is jealous. She's a stranger now to me.
She stalks so subtlety. She's into groups of three.
Like me and her and goblin kids, she's the princess now it's true.
i'd never let them rob the kids of things we'd yet to do.
The king of uglies, the faerie tale sovereign, call me auryn, too.
i'll always float on fumes...i'll always choke on proof.
I'll always poke my nose in things that open books would read.
it's not just blinding greed but spine tingles i find when free.
i'm freeing myself of the process known as thought, i'm feeling caught.
i know i ought to let it in or seize it, but i'd rather not.
please, don't let yourself be bought. What's 3 or 4 more shots?