Vagabond's Grace

 


In the mind lies the voice, the devil's hiding place
recoiling the thoughts, in hapless gearing
to knock you off your perch 
man, the summed depravity of sex, intelligent mind 
demonized by sex, demonized by repression
carved out a market society as constant cum
wickedness for good of it, fuck as onus
When you reach the prod's promontory, 
attain the renunciant, A vagabond's grace - where 
focus is on your weal and not subtleties thrown your way
since money is the control leave quite besides it in intense reading and repetitive action
bury them all while they live, obsequious carcassing 
let them destroy theirselves, unaccompanied 
let the population dwindle, as it should 
give nothing credence  to spur you to the quick 
be slow, be repetitive, be tiresome, and you will achieve it
give nothing credence but the read
A isn't B, B& C are quite close, remember -
they are all alphabets.
who are you doing it for when they are animals
read and focus on your weal that's how you-
play the devil's chess
don't be angry enough to act, don't be sorry enough to forgive
don't be insouciant to not fuck, nor vexed not to eat
five minutes ambitions only, all is secondary - secondary to the read
that's how to live this stupid life 
bath, trek, smile and scratch your head 
possession is a scam 
they accuse you irresponsible but so are cancer patients 
100 years later you were never here 
become the leemaylone the scum of capitalism
the ninth wonder, the scientific pounder
only eat shit and read, shorn of all enthusiasm 
off to the bush an Ashram butt naked 
caked feces reading Thus Spoke Zarathustra 
in this vulture politics, win with vagabond grace
live beside money and money leave you with property
property you can sell and be on your way
always wait for love to die, wait and wait again 
and you will live longer,for -
nothing is worth your strife
no sperm that has fertilized an egg has your name on it
even if you are the penis that has spewed it
talk more of a random sperm with clothes and halitosis
never work never marry, be a proud vagabond
eat the potatoes of castigation, masturbate to their pomposity
and you will visit thier graves with their coats on
in the meantime you will have read and slept well
Tired as they claim.

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