Skip to content

Perfections

Many have been written, I see them all as folly.

I lack the prerequisite to dolly daydream;

No peace lies therein.

Pursue the truth and begin

Again.

This is no template for peace,

Give me some grace.

I am but a novice,

I care not, a familiar refrain.

Your childish pleas mean nothing!

I don’t disdain your character or sense of place

But you are one fucked up dude.

I don’t wish to be rude.

Tell me something I don’t know.

You can’t face the truth of yourself.

Published inAddictions & LustAllegoriesAnthropomorphismHealth & WealthSeeing Within & Without