A Free Nobody
A free spirit deplores the prison of focus and the fascism of intelligent thought because it cramps a style given to roam over sillier hills on the way to nowhere in particular. A job is out of the question for it brings to heel an attention that naturally freewheels from river to dry old woodlands- rich for the biz of con-temp-lating a little of the curiosities of life. For the lack of focus, such a soul is sometimes a bland little nothing burger of a person who then scrambles around for a character footing, and fails. Dribbling insipid sentiments have to work through the old system, then behold: a great somebody of force and purpose is born!
Ah but a somebody is yet restrained by the chains of their own personality. To hell with it.



silly dribbles makes the man god
the Schkreeeen cripples dribbles
as personality chains god into somebody
To hell!