Strike an appetite

 

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

 

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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.


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