Realization

Written by: casper chubs

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Yet sex is yet to be outdated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