Mike Whissell - Surfeit

I open the very first chapter of the very first book of
The Nauseatingly Verbose Rules and Regulations for Morality
Apparently I'm guilty of sanctimony
I am guilty of empathy for the publicly condemned
I am guilty of wanting to get away from this paradise
I am guilty of not even giving things a second attempt
Do people still go to cold climates to find themselves
If there is Melancholia for the aptly suppressed
Does that mean there is a definition for the souls addiction to yearning

I admire your impeccable penmanship
To deny leniency on this sentence and
The Quicksand stranding us here where all the tension is
Our cataclysm of these cellophane narratives

Are things going well if I have time to check
Do I still go to the door when I think I hear footsteps
The power flickers 12:00
Back to the book Chapter 12 Line One
Make the most of what time you have left to make
the most of what time you have left to make the
most of what time you have left to make the most of it
12:01 put this down- let's go outside for a bit

Nice to see you again
How the hell have you been
Through the thick and thin
Last year- Not how I envisioned it
Not really worth getting out of bed for
Not really worth getting out of the house for
I'm excessively effusive
Emotionally broke but lucid
Inner demons tamed
I've got the battle scars to prove it

I admire your impeccable penmanship
To deny leniency on this sentence and
The quicksand stranding us here where all the tension is
Our cataclysm of these cellophane narratives

I'm reading through extensive footnotes
For an easter egg or some strange typo
I'm taking out all the screws
And checking all the holes for a clue
Some hint that will lead me to conclude
That there's no cheat code to a surfeit of truth
No mysteries gonna cause a dispute
No there's no shortcut to a surfeit of truth
No there's no fast lane to a surfeit of truth
No there's no doorway to a surfeit of truth

Written by:
Kristofer Whissell

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