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THE EGO'S DESIGNS
THE EGO’S DESIGNS
Don’t talk to me about my toe with gout,
It will not agree to any Spartan routine;
My heel takes the brunt of my life on earth
We all live so close to our greedy souls;
It’s not only my male member that has
Longings, but my fingernails want to grow
There is so much clawing, cloying and grasping
To life that all we are accustom to its manyness;
Souls from Treblinka claw at my very being.
Those with big noses can win a dead heat race;
The ones with big egos can claim the whole pot;
There is not even a rat hole left to climb into.
What is left is devastation my friend; we all came
Into this world to attack and carve our name into
The flesh of those who ask absolutely nothing of us.
Every empire exacts its pound of flesh and taxes unto
Its hinterlands; for this the ego was designed. It will
Not rest until all under its domain is left with nothing.
