Thwax (revised)

Thwax is the music that burns the chord and reduce it to cinders of nonrecognition
it is the poet's song when the words that his earthly hands produce scorch him, and he wriggles in complete distortion, not for the pain of being scorched, but by the thought that his poems become his master

thwax is the fearfully bogeyman that delivers your lunch at a deserted alley in the company's basement, and you stare at it with both eyes wide shut
it embraces you in its cold arms and you melt with its passivity
the bogeyman becomes you, and you become the bogeyman
such is thwax

thwax is a three legged round table
put in the middle of an undisclosed street, where people spit their guts out over the hypocritical ideals they themselves created
they are disgusted with the very thing that they created and they say, "Thwax the government"
such is thwax
painfully true

lastly you will know eventually, when something cold touches the back of your neck,
that there's no such thing as thwax
there's only government, poverty, corruption, and Utopian ideas that promises you on a cold summer night that you might, just might get hold of the ultimate power... and the ultimate greed
in this case.. you have been thwaxed.