Defeating Daises

Can life be lived without advice,
polls, suggestions, and transitions?

They say noon is the time to exist
They say sack my Carthage
They say taste my marmalade
But my Tang dynasty
Is not ready
For the Tang drinkesty
I am dealing with the existential crisis of the gopher
Shadows meaningless
Petite tuna acid
Declaring war on my clan
Of Marxist surrealism
My pants are full of ideas I don’t understand
Impossible to explain because explanations fill twenty pages
Of STDS
Walking down this electric avenue of existence
I feel the pulse like jelly
Like smallness
Like fish
Clan warfare must end
The shadow must be found
My Carthage is sacked
And I just can’t rhyme