Ah this frivolous posture and screen fix we call life
Can send me diving into a well of wish wash old garments.
My wild over examinations on human concept of interaction,
can send me head first to roast and crack my skull
like the head of a succulent mythical beast.
Who could ever wish to endure such gargantous passion
that implodes and eventually does explode
in your hands, mouth, or teats.
"To ere is human, to forgive divine"