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The asshole becomes the martyr

I get accused of a lot of things at first glance "You're simplistic, you're hiding something You have no convictions, you don't think deeply" Usually by those who I consider to be on intellectual crutches If you're gonna come up to talk to me from a religious context from a spiritual context from a hierarchical, metaphysical, eat this shit popsicle mindset Don't expect me to swallow Don't expect me to talk You won't like what I have to say Because really you just want me to agree with you If you want me to respect your framework When you have nothing but the claims of quacks and the feelings you gleaned from your last psychedelic trip to back you up While I have to sit back and listen to how I'm close minded Close minded for wanting some real truth in this universe unfiltered, raw, verifiable, and in my hand and that anything other than that is a spray paint over my true awakening Then I guess I'll just have to be that asshole to die for these intellectual sins The Eldest Son of Matt, hater of pretense Hypocrite to the highest level Build me up into a figure of idolatry Just like you do with the rest of your ego cases Priests, Gurus, Rabbis, Rockstars, Poet sensations Tell me how wonderful it is to listen to them Tell me how I should be more in touch with a tree Tell me how I don't dream When all my life is but that Tell me how I'm not deep when you make no attempt to learn Who I am, and where I have come from Misinterpret my teachings, and claim me to feel As if I was the newest son of god When all I want is for people to get beyond blinders and love each other, and to get beyond the metaphysical rat race Tell me that I'm supposed to live and let live While you jam your beliefs down my throat and expect me to respect getting philosophically tea bagged Tied up to the crucifix and asking me to repent for my search for truth
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Written by
jacob-oates
American
Published
Jun 3, 2014
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#poem#truth#bullshit#spirituality#asshole#martyr#pretense
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