This talk of equality
sounds so very beautiful
but would you not sell them all out
for a brick of French cheese?
Would you not chop up their toes
and toss them in a stew
if someone offered to serve
your head on an album cover?
You speak to me of
challenges you’ve faced
I believe you
I do
But challenges come cheap
in this fucking world
and some people have a pile
a goddamn mountain collection
Maybe one day you’d give up the cheese
and the vinyl
but would you relinquish a suffering past
fucking would you?
We’re all Superman in our heads
we may even rage like Batman
but in our hearts, our stubborn little hearts
we’re still trembling knights of banality
When the queen is dead
we’d probably be moved to tears
but we’d sooner fight for prestige
than honor
We’d sooner lock ourselves in a cage
than free the world
and we’d rather live off death
than die living
It’s too cold out for odes to equality
so put a jacket on
and go back inside
or you’ll catch something
Far from books and desk
shivering, is no place
to long to be clever or original
it’s why they say: Never trust a poet!
In Search of the Absurd 