I can't believe in your frothy explanations—

no absolutes to hang a hat on!

While behind my brow simple integers reside.

Please note irrationals don't lend themselves to

numerology or fine alchemy or unified field theories

interpreted concisely which I disseminate

mostly regarding how the world's about to end.

I am *so* allowed to weild my blazing torches

and string these ropes up high up in your bald trees!

At least that how I pictured the victorious revenge...

We listen through our nethers;

Sharp words slink up our spines to ultimately

nestle in the soft tissues of our cerebella!

Which is why the core collapsed:

you can't maintain momentum without swinging

side to side like aftershocks, like teetotaler to tippler,

like chimp to son of god.