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I can't Help but Masturbate,
watching Her make Love 2 Life,
She Knows the Meanings of it, U know?
She really knows the Meanings of it!
& One night over Fat, Deep Cups
of Blue Kool Aid, & Codeine,
She shared them with me,
She Pontificated, In A Drunken Slur!
'People, People they Tear
Themselves apart,
Trying 2 find the meanings of life,
& I've just found em',
There is more than just one, you Dig?
There R three,
& those three R knowledge,
Experience, & Love,
Love, Experience, & Knowledge,
That's it,
We have Our Unique Personalities
on the Other side, Me Being Visited
By My Dead Friends Proves we Do!
U can Take your Identities with U,
When U Graduate From Life,
BUT U CAN'T!
Take your 3 houses & 6 Cars with U!
U CAN'T
Take your thousand Dollar Suits,
& Purses with U!
& U Definitely CAN'T
Take your Friggin 20 Pairs of Shoes,
4 tvs, & Millions of Dollars with U!
BUT the Beautiful Knowledge,
U Voraciously Acquire!
THE LOVE!
U give & receive,
The Good u unselfishly Do!
& The Abundance of Sh*t
U experience,
That's what Matters!
That's what's Really Important,
Simple isn't it?
Everything else is Just Hollow!
I'll tell U one last time,
That all that other shit,
is Just Hollow!
The Path of Complex Simplicity,
My Sancho Panza! ? !
The Path of Complex Simplicity!
is the Path we Should Follow? !
& One Day I vow 2 U that
all of these Materialistic As*holes,
Living on the Planet Earth,
will Know Exactly what I Mean,
Just like Posting Biblical Scriptures,
Up on the Screen'?
By: St.Sir Michael Manners 2008
poets note-
this poem is a didactic performance poem.
St.Sir Michael Manners
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