Derisoire - ludicrous Discordian poetry

When logic is nonsensical and sense alogical,
Any pattern is an imagination, any structure a fossilised sense.
Hail Eris
Avoid Greyface the dotconnector.
Without Chaos nothing to love, live and give.
As the dwarfplanet orbits in Discordia,
It sings the tensegrity of the Tritonus.
If you don't invite the Godess,
A bitter game you will play.
Feel the worm in your Apple,
Kundalini in the toroidal geometry of Consciousness,
As the Golden Ratio of Erisian phinetunes the omnipresent phiveness.
Behold the absurd Ryse and Phall of Eyeorderchaos.
D-Eris-oire!