Gibberish

Gibberish (read it quick before I come to my senses and toss it). Some of the people who live in my head are dirt loving tree hugging freaks. Then there are those who drive battleship cars that smell of petroleum leaks. Christian-like beings in radical veils made of conservative shroud woven in ignorance spun on a loom with no thread of reason allowed coexist madly with liberal hacks consuming with plasticized spades the ugliness flowing from factory farms while wearing their rose colored shades. How is it possible reason prevails and lucid thoughts flow from my pen? Could it be this is just gibberish and I’ve thoroughly fooled me again?