Love Contrivance (6)

   
   "Love Contrivance (6)"
   
   Who says you can't be bullied by large breasts?  Then, they turn it around, make you see it on the flip side of bullshit, but:  "You can't prosecute this man; he's practically a goblin."  Old Jackie Chiles from the neurosis of Seinfeld episodes.
    Yeah, I desire that darn, solid gold attorney Jackie Chiles.  But who talks the talk and walks the walk?  Usually one or the other.  Never super-symmetry there.
   And Grandma filled a pee jar, or her respected honey bucket with a furious whiz from a vaginal cavity determined to make and produce proper aim, bull's-eyeing her personal lack of penis envy.  Do female politicians want a pipe armed with all the urethra-like disadvantages of passing kidney stones, being a thumb, if it's cold, or a tube-like appendage that can crush a masculine demeanor with protracted pain?  It's not easy being a man.  Nor a woman.  It's all hell, until you find the Nordic Virgin of Ice, melting away with everlasting-green and a harvest untold, so bold.
   I attempted to be normal.  To push the reality of the supernatural away.  But why be a Pantheist and think there is only a Universe, when many exist?  
   William Blake, wanting fame, yet so determined to have breakfast with arch-angels and witness fairy funeral processions.  I cannot be who I am not.  Yup, Simon Swiss, on the list, yet in the Book of Life.