you're fucking smART

it's just lUSt;
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee proclaimed,
with vocoded vocals of voice
and more lines of p-ROSE-oems
too smART for f-ART,
laughter, pokes fun at everyone.
can it not be simply enjoyed again?
without legal laws and points for pause.
rhymed time or reversed sublime thyme?
all this from a preacher's paltry pulpit
from whence we once were wet
listening in earnest to that which
is to be special and studied
all from a Don's John
reverberates backwards in time
to spell reason like Fine!
offenses are taken words are shaken
and poetry becomes as serious as a
final solution to the answer of a
true or false question that a
old hag wearing stockings
posed
as if!
to say she was all-knowing
ubiquitous and not showing
that regurgitation is genius
dissent has descent or da scent
of mysterious smoke up one's anus
Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee makes symmetry
and I become i;