Take pith from out an orange or ingest the ready zest.
A foreign gesture maybe helps in earnest or in jest.
Routine careens to meaning gleaned from bubbles busting dam,
From jaw's blase attempt to be defense against a jam.
Your vocal chords invoke a horde of bloated, sliming tripe,
A ragged hydra sigh, or bagpipes dying via gripe.
You fucking Nerful-denim-walrus, fuck your cane and crutch,
A candy/cold cut/burger passion killed your bones and such.
Neglectful use of pregnant womb to dreg-produce was hailed,
Two legs, obtuse, accepting goop, and spread for you, prevailed.
Begetting groups--genetic oops--became your only shtick,
Forgetting youth should sentence you to fate of lonely prick.
You didn't pay for what you made before, then made some more,
That lame support displayed your sort of lazy, wasteful core.
A father figures, "Father figures give a strictured life.
They author rigor. Flaw. Embitter. Botch. Configure strife.
To play the god of Deist thought--create a thing then go--
Can be the single notion that a maker deigns to show."
I pray to know the fatal blow that flays your natal woes;
My phalanx-formed phalanges can outpace your platelet pose.