Realization

Oh! what joy it is to enjoy These mindless hours put to no use An absence of tactics that i employ For thought holds no excuse Honesty truly is overrated Intellect has no place Yet sex is yet to be outdated And pleasure more abundant than grace “So wrong,” they surely say Such a pity for the so-called wise Better to shake a head, turn away Than to fall for such absurd lies Go on, have a taste of such living Take a break from the bore you are Quit this wild habit of believing Such thinking won’t get one far Instead, be content with being stationary Watch as ambition grows and fades till death Become the only unmoving missionary But always be sure to take a breath