A man of countenance angry or harsh
Is rare seldom gentle or kind
Although exception is the rule
There are faces that always smile
And some that do betray
Rounded or angular, of general kind
Do of sort a character build.
A thousand men who bludgeon girls
Their biometrics analyzed and scanned
Their DNA expressions changed
By tempest and hardship given by sheaves
Why do they look like they feel so mad?
So the general types will surely yield
First the sad same bud, then fruit
And an unpopular science too powerful
To be ignored and pushed away
Is born, and will be hidden from the slaves
Low hanging fruit in brutal mitts
But I can tell you from a woman's smile
A wealth of riches that winds for miles
I think for sure there is something there
That was in the minds of when so long ago
That a lion's eyes meant a courageous heart
Where alchemy meets chemistry
An ai scans an endless database
Accurately
I can say in moments rare and strange
When minerals made my blood run hot
And the sound was pumped in by the pound
And there was a bit of this and that
Yo: that was not insomnia
That was my fucking one and only life
That oh yes, yes, there is a cover on this book
Spun and bound and social too
And regardless of how you read it
It is the way that is
Read
If cover to cover or just flipped right through
And although different squirrelly punums
Or porcine blubbering jowls
Paint a different sort of life
And attract each their own sort of woe
I do believe there is something there that shines and is worth
What, I cannot say
As it is glitters and is not gold
But may perhaps be a jewel? Or a pixel?
I may never know.
Another well intended mouse on your doorstep.