It’s tough to be a person of great wit
(to even say it seems a bit ironic);
when every day one slogs through the bullshit
in hopes of finding something less moronic.
It’s hard to speak one’s mind if it is empty,
or tempt one’s tongue with tastes you’ve never known:
like words of any length beyond half-meter,
not just repeated from pulpit or throne.
It’s tough to let one’s brain lapse into jelly,
to feign an ignorance so wide and deep
it knows only the mouth, the cock and belly;
and even when awake, is sound asleep.
14 JUN 2011
