We don't speak philosophy anymore.
We don't really know what we are saying.
Wailing solecisms sans the soul source.
Monkeys making mockeries and braying.

beat up cats who know that there's a reason,
behind why they say the things they mean.
be quite horrified at holy treason.
pray this with the liturgist machine.

Sell yourself to anyone's who's buying.
Sacrifice yourself, and you are free.
Sad to say that I'm most certainly lying.
Zealous, I may be, but truth evades even me.

I too hide objects behind bushes,
and laud myself for finding truthses.

11/30/2009

Posted on 12/01/2009
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