| Enter Dogmas |
| Surely your riches Have jellified your brain One shall refrain From the austere paroxysm Someone should impose on you Too eloquent for retribution I am And not very well-to-do. Admonish for a moment Those haughty thoughts of indignation so presupposed on the basis of one man's education, residence, or genes For midst the antiquity of that infintesimal intellect Of little means... Can't you see I'm superior to you? For I never practiced banality While you fashion it everyday Do you suppose Dickens or Thoureau Were products of their refinement And if still alive How surely they would strive To be so unlike you. Your bias perplexes me And vexes me Are you not Anglo-Saxon as well? Indeed It's not you I worship or your imerious urbanity But the paultry and the meager Are my reaity And your subservience to bantering them impedes on my morality But I adore your son So pray, I will to be freed from that and this extraneous jargon Remember this When all is done And there is that one moment between this plane and next Prelude to your carrion's good, cold, death While you seek repentance For that pretentious soul. Be there one ounce of reparation in trife? For all the civility You wasted on this life While my words Live on Despite you a hundredfold Your zero's are my hero's And pride is my dowry |