Where do you want to go?
That is where you cannot go.
Eat whatever you don’t want, but not when you are hungry.
Don’t think your own thoughts.
Stand away from yourself.
The mountaintop must be in the valley
and the valley must be rolled flat,
as low as sheepshit.

You are not allowed.

Because
my life is over
you must die.
Unreasonable
therefore fair,
I decide
you agree.

Smear lingo up blah.

Everyone walking must run without legs.
Singing is prohibited
except in sleep which is prohibited.
You whatever you is prohibited,
prohibited yes,
prohibited no,
maybe definitely prohibited.
Go fuck yourself.
Prohibited.

Wherever you are going does not exist.

©2018 Craig Bingham

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