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Philosophy

If you take a grain of salt
And add a pinch of pepper
Mix it gently with some sugar,
You will have what life is all about

Poverty

what can be said of desire that never took flight?
what can be thought of a man who did not.
reclined in the morning, below the naked sky
she is not the same as she used to be.
she does not smile anymore, does not luagh,
when i ask for forgiveness, she lets me know
that i had a choice, that something could be done
but she was all stripped of her power.

Jazz Music

the wreath, the tide,
below me an apartheid.
when i swoon to hear your name
by writhing shells and titans,
stoop and bend my scorching mane
all to glance upon the puddle's reflection,
with every pang, with every quiver
when did i love you more?
never,
I love you now

Late Misogynists

Believe me, dear friends,
To maintain a woman, happy of course, is tiring labour:
She must be fed, bathed, dried, creamed,
She needs flowers, rings, diamonds, dresses; She demands time.
You may be of simple nature, perhaps to your advantage,
But aren't women's commodities expensive, time extensive?
And is not time money, and money laboursome to procure, and labour, straining -- on our feet, back, hands, head?
Must I advise you, as if, you have not already known, that excess stress and physical straining is defective to our health?
We have a single body and as such nature has designed us to work accordingly within its limitations.
Prey tell, is it not malignant to our longevity to carry on our shoulders an aching head, heavy breasts, black heart, to hear unnecessary crying,
not to tinkle freely?
But mother nature shall have it so.
After all, Darwin called it survival of the fittest, and I'll be damned if women shan't bury us.
Venison never cleans up its hunter's left overs, rest assured.
We men do not need women.
We men have eachother -- a brotherhood.
Sure, sure a vessel will carry us across the sea but what good is it on land?
Do not look at me thus suspiciously! Is what I say not the truth?

Jungle

Jugs of cows And lay of men,
On salty wheat My love's professed,
A tumult raised The world's upset,
Foul beasts They shan't be wed,
Pigs I fed With drams of ham,
But dogs were barking In contempt,
Chickens preened Roosters rapped,
The eggs were white Chicklettes black,
A cry of gossip Turkey hags,
Horses stunned The landlord mad,
If one does wrong Then all must shun,
The skin be saved From harmful sun,
Truth is bitter Putrid barley,
Mice are plague Rampant folly,
Howling winds But timid wolves,
Sparkling skies As justice brews,
With beating hearts And bellies full,
The speed of mind Lies still aloof,
To wine and beer Swiftly cling,
Upon your knees And sermons sing,
In the morrow Brute and bear,
Halos shackle Chestnut mares,
Lust be taxed So money flows,
Beasts shall fuck The farm must grow,
And in this barn With dogs and sow,
My pussy cat I love you so.