Affect.

Emerging from out of
The spiritous haze
Dismantling your opinion
With a nicely-placed phrase

Opinions! Bah! 'Tis nought but affect!
An affect's all too easy for me to dissect

From afar he approaches
And the plebeians know
He is here to destroy
With his well-mannered prose

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This is my life
At this point in time
And can we really call it wrong?
I sit at home
In my underwear
And butcher perfectly good songs

Knock Knock.

Song time. The chords were too difficult to write in shorthand.

Welcome to my home
Don't leave the door open, please
I'm not really in the habit
Of putting guests at ease
But I'll do the best that I can do
So that your stay is pleasant
At least for you

I'm not really in the habit
Of letting people in at all
It'll makes things a lot easier
When I inevitably fall
But I guess I'll show you around my place
Please reserve your judgments
This is a special case

This is my room
It's where I sit while I'm pretending
I know exactly what I'm doing
When really I have got no clue at all
This is my room
Now you've seen I guess you'll know
How things exactly were meant to go
When I inevitably fall

Welcome to my home
You all come more often now
I've gotten a little better
At talking to you aloud
But I'm still me fundamentally
It just doesn't look it anymore
For all to see

I've gotten a little better
At letting people through
I tend to talk a lot more now
Than what I used to do
But you can't see really I'm still the same
A lioness veneer above
But secretly I'm tame

This is my room
It's where I sit while I'm pretending
I know exactly what I'm doing
When really I have got no clue at all
This is my room
Now you've seen I guess you'll know
How things exactly were meant to go
When I inevitably fall

When the sea and sky meet.

On the day that the sea and the sky would meet
We packed up our things
Keeping light on our feet
On the day that the sea would meet with the sky
We watched the clouds battle
And the waning moon died
On the day that the sky came to meet with the sea
All the kings and their slaves
They all had to flee
Kings thrown up and off
Their great jeweled seats
On the day that the sea and the sky would meet

At the place where the sky and the sea would meet
All the dead men rose up
Forming into great fleets
At the place where the sea would meet with the sky
To do battle beneath
The great watchful eye
At the place where the sky came to meet with the sea
All brothers stopped working
Harmoniously
Filled with hatred and shame
Devoid of all heat
O, this place where the sky and the sea would meet

We watched it all happen
When the sea and the sky
Rose up to each other
And everything died
We ran to the shore
Of the sky and the sea
But the dust never settled
No, not completely

Coup de Grâce

This would be longer if I wasn't lazy.

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Hello, who are you?
I'm quite a few people
I suppose
Well I'm just one
And that person knows
You can't be too many
People at once
I can try
But fine, I'll play the dunce
Enlighten me
And we shall see
I'l compose an idea for you
Here we go, listen well
All these people
Within, without
And what have you
Without a doubt
You know them, yes?
You know them well?
I would say so
That does makes sense
Oh, not like that
Uncertainly bodes
Quite ill for this
Well then I'm sure
I know them well
I know them, yes
I know them well
All of them equally?
In equal right?
I'm not sure where
This thread will lead
Okay, I'll bite
I know them well
In equal right
Good, good
Patience, please
We'll get to the end
And you'll be appeased
I'm sure
If all is one
And one can be all
(All parts being
Of equal measure
To pluck and use
At your own leisure)
Then how can you be sure?
How can you know?
That the mind you take
The mind you're in
The particular skin
And the particular sin
Was better than the rest?
Came before the rest?
What was first?
"Who are you?"
Takes an interesting turn
If you can't even know
The root of your ramblings
The cause of this cacophonous
Chain of thoughts
That's enough!
I see your point
I don't concede
You disappoint
I'll paint for you a counter
To your deduction, as it mounted
I descried a certain crack
In your renunciation of my parts
Working together for the good of one
Let's hear it then
And then be done
Agreed, my good man
My single, lone man
Let's begin, now, first of all
Your reasoning's based
On the rather blank-faced
Premise that
The disparate parts remain
As such, they refrain
From having coalesced
They are nothing but a coral reef
They are separate on the single root
Floating up and about
As necessary for the root to spout
His theories, and so forth
But what if not?
What if they are one, despite
Your premise of a disparate mind?
They are the same
They're additive
Each part is not apart
But each part gives
A nice new thought from which to start
All the same, assimilate
The different forms of thinking here
And better my odds in this old game
Assuming this, what is your point?
Patience, please
I beg of you
You'll see my way
When this is through
Let's take my premise
As it stands, for brevity's sake
(And I really can
Be brief, if need be)
If you are but one
If the one head's house
In the single skull
In the single brain
Just let me mull
This over
You are but one, you refuse
To let others through
And influence you
And would you agree that
A richer array
Of experience
Of things you've seen
Give more excellence
To your state of thought
Your memories richer
Your knowledge vast
And so your mind is richer for it
You can wax in more poetic ways
You are richer then, for all your days
This is certain
I agree
Then let's continue
We will soon see
If your life is richer
Of experience
And you refuse others to
Enter your dense
Minding shield
You remain yourself
You'll never yield
How can you say that you have lived
The richest life there is to be lived?
Surely the thoughts of others might add
Further to your own head
It suits the mind to be dyad
Or triad even, or further then
You take others in to supplement
Your own existing ken
And with this, good man
You poor, lone man
I justify my argument
And thus my life
So end your strife
My many minds greatly exceed
The little available thought of one
Stop! I beg!
Let us be done!

Aftermath.

Friends!
Romans!
Countrymen!
Lend me your spears
And kill a Christian
For change
Is to be feared

Countrymen!
Friends!
Romans!
Lend me your name
Mine's too important
To be tainted
By the vein

Romans!
Countrymen!
Friends!
Raise a glass to Mars
Laughing so manically
Out among
The stars

Oh my god what.

Am I on drugs?

Boadicea
And her electric eels
Her electric eyes
And her electric feel
Boadicea
And her electric meals
Just happen to be
The electric eels
Boadicea
Needs power, and steals
Batteries from
The electric seals
Boadicea
And the electric seals
Have a battle of kings
Over battery meals
Boadicea
And her electric eels
Her electric eyes
And her electric feel

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