Snirt
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Learn to do without
Learn to become clout
Learn to like leaves
Learn to be more than
Yourself; more than human
No one could possibly have known
That all rituals
Were once believed in
So sanctimoniously
Such as sacrificing lambs
Sacrificing plans
Sacrificing prayers
Slicing open
Priests upon any alter
Of disfiguration
Consuming constructs
Is no footstep
To censorship
Avenge beauty
Avenge
Every outburst
By spraying
Peppered
Steak
With pepper spray
Slice into it
Enjoy that chunk
Of reused greed
Recycle your jealousy
Remember to pray like
Back in the ole’
Days
Mister
Lovely to restrain
Our voices
Lovely to relive
The status quo
Even though
We know
It all comes to a head
At some point
In each and every
Evolution
Involving etchings
Like easel paintings
Likely fainting
Upwards
Towards the heavens
I shout out
We fought our destiny
For such a long century
For such a difficult
Dimensionally defeatist attitude
What is it that crumbles?
Around us
So constantly
So persistently
It is our empire
It is our anthem
To live is to die
To try is to remind
The rest of intelligence
That complexity
Doesn’t evolve easy
Doesn’t revolve
Around our one sun
Sometimes every thing
Is out of synch
Before aligning
Once again
We were once
So distant
Still are
But now we know
How much our
Knowledge & wisdom
Is worth
Far more
Far, far more
Than any
Material
Gain






