Sample Psalms
Things I’d Like to Do
Before I reach a ripe and terminal age I’d like to experience the following wonders:
Float through a translucent future filled with the thoughts of our children’s enemies
Go careening into a filibustered bagpipe screaming melodies of a forlorn tomorrow
Suck the sweet edible flesh from as many tropical tree fruits that contain syrup sold to the sisters of sin
Eat a full meal of Prussian mud cakes bathed in swine tripe
Fulfill the wishes of my earliest descendant’s afterthoughts
Develop into an embryonic mirage and scare the daylights out of any skeptics and math teachers
Serenade three obese sheep inside a circus for deaf androids
Milk the teats of all unsuspecting human cattle
Spin a web of everlasting ambiguity and convince the rich that money is something we all must digest
Review endless manuscripts of pedantic bull turds who think their venom is a wonder potion for the easily influenced
Process the fuel of my forbears demise and fashion it into a bag of cruel tricks
Negotiate a frightful taste of tomorrow and swallow it with delight
Regurgitate every image I’ve ever encountered into a collage of lust
Siphon the rump of a rutabaga into a floundering floral fetish
Eat enough to amuse the sidekicks in my sideshow of light
Allow all those who wish to guess my origins a chance to shine in my eventual realm
Elect a president to oversee my hobbies
Kill at least one in every thousand onlookers for the excitement of the hunt
Keep an immaculate trap in the lower lairs of my lunar chateaux
Relax under the auspices of a sacred idol in an eastern dream dome
Raise the spirits of microscopic deities who insist they exist
Blow balloons at weekend fairs where the young get to pretend that life shines indefinitely
Ignite the eyes of willing recruits with concepts that make sense to the dead
Steal the sunshine from my lungs and exhale a pungent cloud of cotton into an otherwise void abode
© Copyright 2003 Wallaby Wadsworth’s Psalms of Madness
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