I don't know why I do it(I lied).
I know precisely why and I have tried
To exorcise my Pride when I feel funny inside.
Because I know better than to take the bait,
Marinate in hate,
Then sit and fume and ruminate.
I get worked up, you see.
My serenity gets all shook up,
Then I am weak, like a buttercup.
I metaphorically pee my pants
In churlishly childish pique
About some silly thing.
Anger, exasperation, rage, or irritation,
Just different masks of consternation.
Ridiculously delicate and tissue thin skin
Might be my demise,
Might do me in.
As The Matrix materialized in my consciousness once again.
The Matrix you may know as Maya under a different 3d name,
It, nonetheless, is the very same.
The Great Deception, the Great Lie.
The delusionary illusion on which we all rely.
That which keeps us on the trail
Where annoying duality constantly prevails.
The always intrusive “light and shade veils,”
The vapor of wispy smoke on which I choke.
The Matrix, a realm that lacks coherence,
Only soul stealing, life-sapping interference.
Just relentlessly scheming confusion,
A barrage of mental choices with no correct answers.
It is the reason God loudly warned,
“DO NOT!!!!
DOOO YOUUU HEAAAR MEEEE?”
(In an echo chamber for max dramatic impact)
“DO NOT eat of the tree of the knowledge good and evil!!
Because there is NO SUCH THING!!
AND IF YOU EAT FROM THIS TREE,
You will spend eternity,
In fruitless Sisyphusian travail,
A poor, confused animal chasing after his tail.”
Close quotes.
End of interview.
DROP MIC.
(God exits Stage Left, awaits next cue)