Keep Going

When you revealed you would
kill your mother and dog for a
Guggenheim, I was captivated;

that takes guts, and I appreciate
your sickening gusto; the mental
alienation suits you.

Likewise, when you amputated your
legs because I said I admired them -
even though it wasn't you I wanted,

it was your legs - I was enchanted.

Despite anything to the contrary,
your moves are quite impressive,

I'm getting a real kick out of
the brain-controlled prosthesis as
you dance idiotically with no

concern for the safety or well-being
of anyone around you, letting loose;