“I Cannot Share”
Keep the shell, it’s an egg.
Reject the shell, it’s still an egg.
Does man know what his “egg” is?
Can you call this man a reader of my poem?
From evolution, man can’t always tell what his breakfast is.
He has great difficulty.
Often, as is the case, he just can’t “read” the egg.
My poem is probably the egg.
Think of stupid recipes for breakfast and realize man’s error.
What man writes about God?
If man writes about God, what does he know about the egg?
The recycle can is toppling.
A caretaker feels the pain and the pleasure.
When he tells the truth, he needs to blink.
How many recipes does he call “egg” as such?
He finds the egg in a market.
He finds the egg in a kitchen.
He finds the egg in a bun.
He finds the egg in a pot.
He finds the egg in a tortilla.
He finds the egg in a nest.
He finds the egg in a box.
He finds the egg in a bowl.
He finds the egg in a cup.
And, he keeps calling the egg the “egg” over and over again.
The egg has weight before cooking; the egg has weight after cooking.
A silly breakfast visitor like man cannot be God himself.
He doesn’t know the egg apart from the egg.
“Egg” is a false name for luck with name-calling disorder.
Remember:
Free peanut is not peanut free.
A star is not little.
It’s just so far away.
Jokes are contradictory wonders.
Romance novels may contain the dramatic affidavit of emotional quarrel.
Downstairs will be upstairs and upstairs will be downstairs.
Sometimes, you must “close” the fool and keep his mouth shut.
Videogames today have poor signings with controllers.
The workaholic fears vacancy of energetic means.
Who is a naturalist of the quarry?
In the past, California did have log rollers and no McDonald’s location.
A videogame console must be attachable and detachable.
Modern controllers may have rotary ergonomics of vibration.
God is causing wonderful artificial flavors.
But, God did invent the first man for the candyman to come after.
A candyman borrows wonderful artificial flavors from creation.
Keep in mind that a candyman is not the gingerbread man.
A candyman doesn’t cook himself for supper and bite his own legs off.
Reality is God’s preserve of existence.
Wonder becomes the imaginative capacity of lameness.
Makeup is not a philosophical tool.
Experience is momentous logic.
Fashionistas are stamping color to excuse thoughtless mental conditions.
Trash service by contract gets wordy.
Fiction gives no real information about employment or Work Wanted.
Parents can give really nasty rumors about jobs in the industry.
Reality is not always useful for philosophy.
Why is there no Occupancy sign for Drive-Thru?
One eye contains the other eye with imaginative aftertaste.
No baby has freedom.
For any freedom, you must grow up into adulthood and have self-censorship.
When I correct my spelling for words in this poem, I have self-censorship.
I’m not a baby.
A baby can’t do anything without help from a parent.
A baby can’t walk.
A baby can’t talk.
A baby can’t read.
A baby can’t study.
A baby can’t learn.
A baby can’t work.
A baby can’t observe.
When the American citizen acts like a baby, he runs into trouble with authority.
Authority is not babyhood.
I’m warning any reader who looks at this poem.
You need to learn how to walk, talk, read, study, learn, work, and observe.
Or else, God will put a curse on you that turns you into a baby.
You will never stop being a baby while the curse goes.
Programmers may just think about important sights for a game.
Do we just get important sights and nothing else?
A game only needs important sights of challenge.
We don’t want another game with video we ignore so often.
Notice how video games can’t always tell time correctly.
The seconds on TV are not the seconds that happen.
Keep your labels for truth steady and firm.
You “have” to do something else.
But, you do not “need” to do something else.
I shiver under the clouds by airplane.
Does every chicken have full breasts for grilling?
Correcting a genius is a lie.
When pirates share a row of the boat, you can feel their united emotion.
Permanent laziness is exhausting.
Unwrapping bathroom tissue from trees outside for Halloween is fun.
Can you drink from a frozen picture while melting into sunshine?
Only a worm can go worming.
Broken dreams should be delicious works of tragedy.
I keep eating paintings every day and get fat from art.
That’s right!
Art makes me fat now.
God runs the length of eternity.
Color & Theory is not philosophy.
The sunporch is breaking rust away upon more gust.
Just have one tornado.
Colors do not belong to man.
Colors are just colors.
A wheelchair starts down the ramp for handicap of out-of-body movement.
Limit a smiley-face text for once every 100 text messages.
Some games are dulling; some games are irony.
It’s a weightless kiss.
Capturing memories without experience of travel is not possible.
Health fanatics get so afraid of junk food.
Is mass dieting better?
The nutrition of junk food is broken for a reason.
Nature is a very broken existence and we struggle for goodness.
Pet peeves are not sins.
A marbling burrito contains enough meat and delicious filling.
During our history of traditions, you will change your mind about quality.
History isn’t desire.
Most clever ideas are not original and disappear very soon.
Before release, a new book is never required reading.
Wait for reviewers and critics to give their judgements on the new book first.
Religion is not a direct response to your specific circumstances.
Who can boast backing from the front?
Most controllers are petite electronics.
Delicious food is a horrible thing to lose your lunch for.
Copyright stands for original pages even if the genius may be lame.
A coin with heads may finish on tails.
Some jazz musicians are rough noisemakers.
Maybe the dinosaur is a real chicken.
A lazy worker needs more stress, not “less” stress.
Many classic songs are not original and become historical fouls.
Elvis did not always sing with a gold accent for his songs.
Americans celebrate traditions of junk food.
I guess they really enjoy heart attacks.
A black hole in space only seems countless to humans who stay on Earth.
Gift cards are only welcoming to the materialist.
Frequent visitors are loitering.
Unique sight is no excuse for lying.
The galvanizing candy is prosperous for weight gain.
My poetry is a parody of schoolhouse tone and heavy metal lyrics.
Fast food customers are usually not congregating.
The bookish reader does not benefit from his ample checks of ignorance.
Country lifestyle is the foul of beauty with political ego.
“Root beer” is a stereotype about living in the countryside.
I live in California, I am a Democrat, and I drink root beer.
Most reviews do not have important safety information about poor reading.
Videogames almost never include medical treatment for philosophy.
Favorites without awareness become the vain evidence of change.
Philosophy is not available wherever books are sold.
Religion is not a low-commitment opinion.
When no one’s counting, economics is vain.
My clocks are wallcovering numbers with random hands.
Do you know what time it is?
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