The Ultimate Aim

Why all this bravado, when everyone knows the ultimate aim?
You claim to despise competing, but continue to play the game,
Unnecessary introductory formalities,
When in retrospect you’ve thought about your knees,
And the depth at which you may angle your approach,
It is hilarious how they act a butterfly, but love to be a CockRoach.

It’s a waiting game, because right now would be deemed hasty,
Even though every ion of their brain cells tells them the Black Pudding looks tasty,
However those that defy culinary restrictions become exiled,
Thought of as too gluttonous and or too wild,
Or maybe unjustified Jurisdiction needs revising,
But simultaneously mortality and natality are both rising.
What do you champion?

If you want to do that, Do it!
One’s actions should not be bathed in the waters of another’s fluid,
Thus if this present time seems right and it’s not too tight,
Take a calculated and educated chance,
Stop standing in the posture of another’s stance!
I despise hearing regurgitations,
Mirrored vocal chords taken from others, causing alien reverberations,
I want to talk to you, not the voice of the majority,
Insure your actions belong to you, as life cannot be refunded by warranty.