man we are economically viable,
without selling ourselves short.
i aim yearnings upon a life
lived of sincerity,
while currently im hitting nowhere
near my target;
instead im the greatest charlatan in myne own mind,
so i inspect.
my skill, my greatest skill,
is my madness.
i aint sedentary.
though my lively hood plants me firmly in a cush chair.
and granted, i pay the bills; though this exchange,
seemingly innocent and maybe even perceived as healthy
within our culture, comes at a cost.
a cost hidden to most eyes:
i give away my beliefs.
so i've been trying to stimulate
the stupidity within myself;
the brawn that livens me,
and put these toward my earnings.
i've discovered, and im here
to share with my fellow fools
that our absurdness can enrichen us:
spirtually, emotionally, and monetarily.
walk about you culture,
carrying truth in your heart
while authoring action conceived of zest and sincerity,
and your spoon, and the spoon of those nearest you
mine is no dead tree, but a dead Nyala- that has for some reason,,decided its skin will fight me tooth and nail to the very bitter end.. I wont let the dead bastard win..Im smarter than dead skin- although in death it has life and wants to move.. Quite like deadwood if ya ask me. Only without the chips down ones neck and waste lines..