Take care of your follicles, make words that burn
Perfectly trim those cuticles, make heard your word
Within the shape of the universe, a mobius strip
A puzzle exists spanning time, and all other relative concepts
The shape of a cell floating through your fingertips
Is the same as the shells washed up on sea cliffs in the North Atlantic
A process of undeniable depth, has taken place in your chest
Since the day your infant body, first twitched its skinny legs
Which begs the question, with no right answer, just as “Which came first the chicken or the egg”?

What if god made a mistake, left out some chromosome in the dna of an ape
Traced out body parts with stencils, and put them together with red tape
Put them in the womb of a monkey, who then threw them away in a cave
I’m sure it’s happened, it’s probably happening today

Deceit is only so to the ones who believe
Embodied in your brain, in the part where you see
Delivered through the mouth, by vocal chords and fuzzy nouns
Bought and sold, like history, by the man who told it to me

If you awake in the morning with your hands in the air
Perhaps you’ve been falling for the advertisements or the blondes with blank stares
On their exercise bikes, with their transplanted new hair

The next thing you know, they’re building homes from Styrofoam
Teaching children with quotes, from some book chuck Norris wrote
Selling oxygen for blood, and bartering fools gold for ghosts
Designing the new market plan around the rising body count

~adam j. butler~