Mollusk's Mouth

I stomp the tiny earth
A wraith of perfect symmetry
Just feeding off the energy
Of posturing imposter culture
Digest and turn the baby bird of my ambition
To an act of pure sedition
Fecal fauna on a floral altar
Taking a bath on a trip (losing)
And loving the ones you are with (using up)
Make no mistake, the road to my dimension
Wasn’t paved with good intentions
But with grave animosity
With a demeanor cast as sweet as Russell Stover
Counting crows I’m lording over
I might quell my own monstrosity
Through only belief
I’m finally able to breathe
Devotion is keeping me clear
I’m far more happy than I might appear
Thanks to my medicine, the anti-pathogen
I am whole
Fill the mollusk’s mouth inside my soul
I’m switching seats with smarter kids
Repairing damage others did
And when it’s your turn
I’ll help you brace yourself for this
I’ve learned to gain a measured peace through the pain
Not illusions that I’m not alone
With iron will, the spectre stalking me still
The illusion that I’m not alone
This part coming up
Is legal through use of parody law
A master indeed
Of puppets, like Muppets and Sesame Street