Thought Patterns of a Mattress Tag on Three Levels of Consciousness
Thomas Lipschultz 10/8/00, 12/9/00

    I am manipulative.
    I provoke you with my mere existence.
    My shirt claims my removal a sin,
    but is it so, when no commandments protect me?
    If you do as I say, no harm done,
    or can temptation drive you to "sin"?

Damn straight.
You better step off.
If you go through with it,
you'll be a fugitive.
The guilt will eat you
and you'll run from the cops.
And this is where my fun begins.
I'll laugh at you from Paper Heaven
where all of us gods go
when one of you is brave enough
to commit deicide.
Yes, I am a god.
I will never die of old age.
I will live forever
unless you remove me, kill me
(I do not believe in natural disasters),
and that's when memories of me
will begin to rule you
and my spirit haunt you
forever
and ever
until you confess to the fuzz
and make a damn fool of yourself.
And then...
I get the last laugh
as I watch my brethren
continue this tradition
until the end of time.

     I am manipulative.
     I am a bastard.
     Life is fun.
     And death
     completes the cycle.