Anatomy of an Asshole, Part Two - Brains of Mush:

by WhistElleP

Published November 2, 2026

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In Anatomy of An Asshole:

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“Unharmed,"
Within a head,
A pile of thoughts,
Rests in a bed.

Swirling,
Swirling,
They come on out,
Swirling,
Swirling,
They rush about.

Educated,
We are not,
For mush we are,
Indeed.

Idiots,
Who follow heads,
Of other men,
Who lead.

Heads topple over,
Only dust inside,
For when will this world realize,
You need to have a pair of eyes…?
A nose,
A couple ears,
To think…
Only will you need a pair of lips to speak.

Without such,
You’re thoughts are jargon,
Just what you want to believe…

Thoughts planted in your mind,
None of which grew from your own seed…

“Hear ye!”
“Hear ye!”

Your thoughts gon’ rogue.

“Hear ye!”
"No need...?"

For we must not progue.

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Evelyne commented Comment · 13h ago

Hello

I was drawn to the imagery in your poetry and began imagining how its emotions could unfold visually from one verse to the next. Rather than limiting the idea to a single illustration, I would love to explore turning your poem into a connected visual journey that develops alongside your words.

I’m a professional commission-based artist, and I create custom paid illustrations inspired by writers’ original work. Each section of your poem could inspire a distinct scene while maintaining a consistent artistic style and atmosphere throughout the project.

If you would like to explore this idea, I would be happy to discuss your vision, share examples of my previous work, and consider an approach that fits your budget.

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Best wishes,
Eve

WhistElleP replied · 12h ago

Yeah, no, I'm going to have to decline. I checked out your Instagram and noticed that your art is AI generated (not to mention that this comment you wrote, too, came up as AI generated when I ran it through one of those AI checkers for writing). I'd much rather support a real artist with my money. ^^



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