Construct

peebrain SG

If God were an architect and Life,
A denominator of base products --
Are we then mere jellies in a vat,
Existing for the next stabbing impulse?

I am Superman with an invisible gun,
My body is a rough of ones and zeros,
With entrails gutted out to make room
for pure, unadulterated vice.

Save this peccadillo I am anybody:
I could even be the one who gives you
your new b_reasts or a next-to-discrete lift.
Tear sheets off your face until there is none left.

Will that be all, lovely Galatea?
I'll sculpt you a brand new face,
throw darts at your wild black heart.
Strangle, silently, this Pygmalion constuct.

DeadPoet SG

My problem with this poem is how does stanzas 1 and 2 relate to stanzas 3 & 4? Hmm. Let me read this again. Wink

By the way, typo error, last line last word.

DeadPoet SG

Lets see what we have here, hmm Religion, Architecture, Mathematics, Chemistry (?), Psychology (?), Greek Mythology, Plastic Surgery, Biology, Science Fiction, Pop Culture (?), etc.

Frankly I am getting confuse here, PB can you please enlighten me? Thanks. Very Happy