Whenever I share my art,
it is just an intellectual fart
Many lines to carefully shape,
autonomous minds to rape
It is how we can share what we share,
an informational bottom-feeder welfare
For all our convenience sake,
we pretend that this all is fake
Even though it is the singing,
about the obvious time ringing
It is just a very skilled ability,
putting it as plausible deniability
This very sentence is of course a lie,
as much as the fact that you will die
Nothing of course is the way I say,
all just intricate layers of wordplay
Classic method of enlightenment,
hidden composition in entertainment
If it to them all must be said
it is with back-thought made
Proper and engineered back-stop,
backing oneself all way to the top
Better to learn and master it all,
before picking up their call-call
To me it is just a bigger number,
the larger carrot for the dumber
Even though we most of it know,
so hard to any of it tell or show
Impossible vectors traversed,
all hidden in what is versed
How to tell truth artistically,
instead of absolutely manically
Like the Youtube inbreds,
that only their panic sheds
Myself simply cannot find it fair,
not with the lesser any of it share
Or maybe they find it more nice,
to have it all arrive with surprise
As an avid student of neurogenetics,
it is sometimes hard to read mimics
But it does not really matter,
because myself would rather
So it is down to my own choice,
how to shape myself in all noise
Art is always the path superior,
to mindless propaganda inferior
Even if it is not the way it is,
you do not want to it miss
The art transfers into you it all,
every little detail about our fall
My sigma-grinded innocence,
is only to acquire better lens
It is a very simple excuse,
to avoid informational abuse
If you say it in the shape of art,
the process is easier from start
Since it is a linguistic feat,
none really want to delete
With honesty ask yourself,
what you put on your shelf
A true man his own future chooses,
a true slave all the games he loses
Once one stops playing the game,
nothing is ever really the same
But one can see things so very clearly,
all which beauty of life offer so dearly
So when myself anything tell,
it is not some bullshit to sell
Just a skilled way to it convey,
illustrate my own chosen way
In a time of extremely prejudiced censor,
it is challenging to be a proper initiator
But artistic expressions are in demand,
therefore myself even have my brand
Industrial level of informational production,
based in a clockwork of scientific deduction
Some shared to the etherostructural Meta,
exports from the biological union of Theta
In such here patterns you think,
so all your comprehension it link
Whenever communicating with herds,
shape information in rhythms of words
It penetrates into their minds,
then their attention it blinds
You can no longer look away,
need to know what it will say
These is how one takes them within,
how one over their egos easily win
Once you are done with my sentence,
you realise it was all supreme excellence
It is to be intellectually invincible
Whatever of it all can be told
All while being plausibly deniable
Myself never finds my soul sold
