Annuit

Tarring myself down, it needs to be done from time to time

I am a loser

The worst kind of loser

One that is veiled in mystery

A self appointed guru to myself

The winners are jokes because the losers got there first

 

Stranded on the dirt road of life

I find God among heretics

I am a heretic

Spouting off ancient ideas as if they were new revelations

Impressing myself but no one else

Spitting in the face of rational thought

Proof

Who needs proof when you can think for yourself?

Writing in a trance state

Never thinking a second ahead just rambling on and on

Who do I think I am?

Surrounding myself with outcasts

Sleeping in opium dens, cars, w***e houses, Temples and on Salinger’s couch

I must be crazy to walk with Father Allah and Destiny

Forcing myself into the life of Michael Muhammad Knight’s Taqwacore scenes

Hanging out in basements with Lady Lee

Etching the mind of Rafel Pasha

Standing on the street corner with Noble Drew Ali

Then swimming in oceans of Ethiopia while smoking with Haile Selassie I

 

Sure I helped carry the cross of Christ

And yes, I laughed when Judas hung himself

What does it matter?

I am the Tao

The Tao is I

Buddha and I meditate dreams of Krishna

While Willie Nelson dreams of me looking back at him in the mirror

Are you serious?

 

You are a loner

A loser

Self-controlled addict let lose on the world to take it as I see it

Pumping p***y and a*s just for a joke

Who am I?

Who am i? Who am I?

 

A Nutopia?

Boundless?

I’ll tell me what I am

A cosmic nothing that will die alone surrounded by stuffed animals because you’re too cheap to buy real ones

That’s what you are

Arrogant b*****d from a long line of b******s

 

So go sit in corner

Sob

And leave me to my own devices

Author's Note

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