Terror Management Theory: The Joy Knee

I could reach out

and grab this world

by the pussy

Not you

never you 

Mother Earth

I could grab that 

lizard pussy

that reptilian dick

that Juicy ID

What is your fear?

What motivates you

to be something other

than what you want to be?

What do you hide from

always?

Is there a layer

under the terror

of real skin, real human?

What vibration 

beats our hearts?

Is that particularly funky 

brand of electricity

also our souls? 

Hold on to your throat

You can never 

avoid the cheese

when crooning 

over a lost heart

Can we fear something

we cannot see

taste

touch 

hear

or feel?

Is terror electric?