spite for the gods (contains some adult language)
gods of chaos and spite:i do not recognise,
i do not recognise,
do not want to recognise,
do not have to recognise,
will not recognise,
refuse to recognise:
gods of chaos and spite
non-conformity is becoming conformity,
until then, i will not shave my eye brows
nor will i become a wondering ascetic
throughout the forests of my mind
(and your mind)
gods of chaos and spite,
i refuse to recognise your existence
(i am all there is)
sometimes i want to go to wall street
to join the occupiers
and tell everyone
who supports big banks
to go fuck themselves
office coffee machines,
big banking caffeine addicts
not caring a fuck
about people on the street
who don't even have
a dollar twenty five
for a bus fair
i'm not a god,
and i embrace death -
even the gods die
6/11/12
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2012-10-06 at 00:04
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