The Birth of Rex de Vruvvi, a.k.a. Mumble Bunny ~ Sunday, July 20, 2025

I was born, sworn to secrecy at birth

welcome to the hidden, behind closed doors
ask me not to explain, I'm not allowed
sworn to secrecy, see, for what it's worth

birth is a privilege, entitled to breathe
or cry, after I exit the warm shores
restless in the womb, how I feel the crowd
nudge me, now and again, claustrophobic

silence, I need peace and quiet to grieve
weave a tapestry of empty bell tones
old enough to drink and smoke, no one knows
rest and sleep is all I need, no cell phones
nervous to ask for help, nobody shows

the way to nirvāṇa, no one knows dick
of course, I've been here before, many times

seriously, deathly serious stuff
each to their own, destiny is all mine
cryptic messages, lick salt, suck on limes
religion is my tequila, or wait
each phrase baffles my mind, I've had enough
come back, they say, come back for more, I'm fine
yet, for some reason, I come back for more

as gluttons for punishment take the bait
trust me, I am dumber while sucking limes

better than sucking head, unless crawfish
in gumbo is your thing, maybe sometimes
really, I prefer a fat cock, I wish
that I was happy and gay just to score
heroin at the hospital, hard-core

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