Crunchy

Destiny in the eye of the mid-minded mighty
breaks down all option for those who
are guided by the hand of God and the heart
of Jesus.
Slowly, the minds of the slow, grab the hands
of each other and modulated their own
cervix, groin and then claw.
The noise of the attenuated, crave
their own attention, and dine on their own skin.
With the fingertips of each attenuated reaching maximum
loss at the moment they began to want their
own noise.
Tattling seemed the only option.
The more tattling happened, the more they realized they
enjoyed being buttered up.
The ten years of eight hours a day
rehearsal, she unloaded on the buttered with
high viscosity butter, slipperier that silicon lube.
The grotesque eyeball of the attenuated decided
their noise was the only noise necessary with
promises unloaded.
Vice drips blood.
God allowed us vice and crime, to advise our ears
and the twine between them, to understand
your eyes were not there.