A Keen Look into Tom Cruise’s Reason for Wearing Boxers instead of Briefs (“The Master” Teaser) Scientology tell me a story.

This piece entitled Poetic Chaos by J Vincent Scarpace–even a poem in the investigation of an environment wrought with misuse and abuse as a form of art my poem fails to find a poetic chaos beauty that reels in the bad and unforgiving notions.

I’m a cloned tomato,

poked with a needle

filled with a pigs DNA

to extend my shelf life

Thanks to my longer life

I relive the violation

over and over.

I’m a cloned cow– Wow now!

The corporations fucked with

my individuality,

my signature flavor—wiped out—

because I hear that they

mass produce me.

I face the butcher tomorrow–

Good—cause now I’m a suicidal cow.

I’m a mental case.

Addicted to drugs and booze,

an unlikely clone candidate.

My psychiatrist even instructed

me to not reproduce; to seek sterility

so not procreate and  birth weaker race.

Only geniuses and models

are clone candidates.

I’m a guru—shhh…no one knows.

The illness that plagues all of you,

is that you want more and better.  Now.

To cooperate with the environment

sounds spiritual to me–don’t mind casualties.

But, people insist on changing it instead

of adapting to it–this characterizes

the unrelenting selfishness of the human race.

http://wp.me/p24ZNW-v5   Hopefully a teaser.

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Scientology Tell Me a Story.

Cloning my good traits won’t make you a better and saner person. ha ha.