Before I Grow Feeble and Die ~ Saturday, May 24, 2025

If I have nothing to live for, why live
for nothing to devour this life like wolves

I am no more a child than God, my eyes

have seen, my vision now fades, I give
as little pleasure possible, no lie
virtue bathes me in sin, my pride dissolves
envy becomes empty, greed, a disguise

nonsense to gluttony, I live half-starved
owls observe my sloth, swift clouds in the sky
torpor to my wrath, anger rents no stage
houses no lust, malleable gold, old
in honesty, charity, disengage
nonsense chastity found my marriage sold
given temperance, drunk peg leg, half-carved

to ride a motorcycle, a pipe dream
obey the rules since childhood, how I scream

line up to run another race in pain
in all honesty, just myself to blame
versions of a life squelched, desires suppressed
endless lines of no fun, never cocaine

for whom to behave, in what to believe
obey the Church, no faith, it's all the same
restructure reality, read repressed

when did I become a book on the shelf
how no more, me, taking the piss, relieve
yet, not myself, not me, as I describe

life, but for a moment, seems real but gone
in this world, never to offer a bribe
for baksheesh breaks heads with a femur bone
ego is a mirror game with the self