The life cycle of your psychology

when mushroom clouds start to collide
with Uranus.
you must have a problem.

of which.

you must deal.

and im not talking about taking the easy way out.

oh nonononono

there a few specific instructions i give to you,
and i assume you will not follow them.
because you are a bitch
and we all know that.

but for those who trend the way of the experimental,
the ones who like to tweek their third nipple out of enjoyment
and bring forth a dinner made of the meats from animals
you swore were not edible.

for this day it comes that you the man
or woman
of your idealistic
supremely accurate
imaginative
accordance
that you have with yourself

don't be a stuck up prune.
because those are the last ones picked in
the trail mix
and the last ones usually
get all slippery and wet from chillin'
in the bag all day in a drenching sun.

and

that

is

almost as bad as a person whose wrinkles are so deep
that they are unable to shower through those canyons of flab.
and they harvest a smell that is unfamiliar
to poop flies and maggots

so a message to all.
don't grow old and flabby.

cause you will always be a prune.
and only old people eat prunes.