I'm known for navel-gazing my way to elation,
and am living in a country caught within
the grips of frenzied matriculation.
My insidiously
malapert generation,
my incessantly
malcontent gene-nation.
This is a Garden of Eden,
Where is our guard of Eden?
carefully removing
all who are not heathen.
Plucking the clouded excess from an already crowded bed of hegemony, as a gardener would and so should.
It is a mirage, a far off oasis of Arcadia and
I say this all unconcernedly, a basis for this absurdity.
I have stolen my ego from god,
I will carry this yoke readily,
and I shall take up my axe doling out mechanically.
Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 11:03 PM UTC
I'm known for navel-gazing my way to elation,
and am living in a country caught within
the grips of frenzied matriculation.
My insidiously
malapert generation,
my incessantly
malcontent gene-nation.
This is a Garden of Eden,
Where is our guard of Eden?
carefully removing
all who are not heathen.
Plucking the clouded excess from an already crowded bed of hegemony, as a gardener would and so should.
It is a mirage, a far off oasis of Arcadia and
I say this all unconcernedly, a basis for this absurdity.
I have stolen my ego from god,
I will carry this yoke readily,
and I shall take up my axe doling out mechanically.
