Beef me up, baby, stuff my face, hun!
Wouldn’t want the other ones to think
This dear boy is being starved
Under your tidy, controlled roof
For a certain spiritual sacrifice
(The spine gives rise to suspicion)
Nobody knows how to behave,
But my bananas will be perfectly ripe
Come the the morrow
And the salmon will reek,
Sewage pipes will scream
With all that festering
Unrelenting, satanic seed
Asceticism is for the birds,
Asceticism is for the birds, that's a 21st C urban response. The way the world is today, we wouldn't have all the ingredients to make it successfully work. An approximate ascetic lifestyle might be more apt. But that is just one opinion. Hope you had a good new year. Please pardon my being away sporadically.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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