Mollusk's Mouth - Pears

I stomp the tiny earth

A wraith of perfect symmetry

Just feeding off the energy

Of posturing imposter culture

Digest and turn the baby bird of my ambition

To an act of pure sedition

Fecal fauna on a floral altar

Taking a bath on a trip (losing)

And loving the ones you are with (using up)

Make no mistake, the road to my dimension

Wasn’t paved with good intentions

But with grave animosity

With a demeanor cast as sweet as Russell Stover

Counting crows I’m lording over

I might quell my own monstrosity

Through only belief

I’m finally able to breathe

Devotion is keeping me clear

I’m far more happy than I might appear

Thanks to my medicine, the anti-pathogen

I am whole

Fill the mollusk’s mouth inside my soul

I’m switching seats with smarter kids

Repairing damage others did

And when it’s your turn

I’ll help you brace yourself for this

I’ve learned to gain a measured peace through the pain

Not illusions that I’m not alone

With iron will, the spectre stalking me still

The illusion that I’m not alone

This part coming up

Is legal through use of parody law

A master indeed

Of puppets, like Muppets and Sesame Street