Thoughts while eating Pad Thai after therapy

There is the word, there is man
Of the world, and the light
To puke his way past
To reason his way out
Liver of life
Dier of deaths
He can’t remember when the sun wasn’t a hard-boiled egg yolk
Stuck to the sky
The man, created he shopping malls and soda pop in his own image
That he be sick with life
Long before he dies
By which time the game will already be fixed
And the peace already broken
Between the pig animals and the cannibal babies
All men are created equal until they eat shit
And then it’s another story
But for today, blessed are the meek, and the actuaries, and the direct TV subscribers
And the man
For thine is the sex: to measure his dick
The drugs: to measure his doom
The rock-n-roll: to measure his sins
And he looked around and saw that it was good…
Or, at least, as good as it was ever gonna’ get