~I Think Therefore I am, or Am I~
"I think therefore I am",
Or that’s what I used to think it said.
But I’m not so sure now, it’s something else instead.
"I fink therefore I am", is the new way to learn,
We hear it everywhere, but it’s so hard to discern.
‘Is it free as not paying for?’ this question I ask
‘For the two pounds of apples, for my luncheon repast.’
“Oh don’t be so fick there’s free pound to pay,”
“I owe you 2 quid so here you are now - good day.”
‘But how can that be, if you said it was free?
I looked at him and stood very still.
“I fink you are fick, he looked at me quick”
“Pay what you owe, or feel this you will.”
He raised up his fist, it was tight in a ball,
I thought I’d better leave now or not leave at all.
“I fought it was strange when you entered my store,
All posh and stuck up, and I could say more.”
‘I asked for three pounds of apples and you said to me,
There you go mate that’s it, your free.’
‘I’m puzzled and shocked and not faintly amused
I fought he was fick but now it’s been proved.
I thought I was right and I know now that I am
It’s not me at all it’s that damn apple man.
I could never really pick one thing.
I never recognized what was expected of me.
Break and bend always.
The egg will fall and crack.
Why couldn't that just be that?
You say you see so much in me,
well I've heard it before and I still don't know what it means.
What you see isn't a vision.
What you see is separate.
An idea outside of reality.
It's a shame, I'm not so great.
Why am I "better",
as you say.
Why?!
How?!
You think its easy to reach this level of recklessness?
The self-sacrifice it takes to reach the barrel bottom that I kick around as I please
while you cower with fear.
The fear of losing everything fills your empty head.
I'm free to lose.
It's lost.
It's gone.
Trust, family, friends, jobs.
Your worry is my grain of salt.
No judgement calls,
no right or wrong.
Morality the weakest link of them all.
An appetite to evolve and self-destruct makes for some fierce philosophy when
theres nowhere to go but up.
My tears burn,
my eyes won't shut,
My feet are cut.
Ashes to ashes...
well whatever, one more thing,
I'm a big fick and a good duck,
love it...........lick it up.....dust to motherbloody dust.