I do not aspire to live or wish to die
Sitting where the waves and atoms part
Truth escapes the mind and matter’s trap
To hell with mystic moods and logic’s lies
Tell me neither Darwin’s dogma nor a god’s
Your faith in fossils like a science of souls at sea
I am not a mundane monk or mystery monkey
And keep at bay the pride parade and slime
That fit the blessed few and cursed folks
I can dare to call myself a regal mongrel
Unborn from any gory gods or sorry slaves
Awaking rather out of shrouds and clouds
Being so, my dreams evade your reptile laws
From Fraud and Pavlov and sworn in swindles
For whom mistakes are made of musk and dogs
As would the rogues of reason, māya masters,
They led your brains to breed with brothels
Driving guts to drool and groins to drivel
My even lower feats must humble feable fools
The greed of ogres, all the lewder leer and lust,
To such detracting traits do I admit indeed
But try to feel the thrust of life and laugh
Beyond the blameful bliss and graceful guilt
Born of pretzel knots and dressed up damsels
A soul is not for sale for any share of shekels
Wasted over hookers’ worth and sturgeon schools
Money might as well afford dentelle of flannel
Or poodle poo perhaps, for all that I can care
Whichever coins the shilling, your Max or Marx,
Belongs to one cartel of crooks and scoundrels
This mob will say the human heart is mostly mean
Chained by ganja gods and dreams of devils’ gold
They tried their factory fights on fields of farmers
Forbidden high and low to follow either Christ or Czars
Making up that promised land without a drop of honey
Buddha bankers shared the wealth without their money
That band of bearded beacons! Ziggy, Charles and Karl
Sons of morning stars and masterminds of man’s demise
A Magus triad, Moguls travelling not to kneel but steal
Our flesh, our mind, our soul, the triune truth of Adam
Whose cross they’d toss away to make of it a scarecrow
Fiends and foes! We are forever made of heaven’s stars