I.
Fire and brimstone rantings
Versus, or in conjunction with,
Random assignment and control groupings
We place our hopes; our dreams
In the hands of pitch people
Shilling eternal life
When this existence is already
(A living (hell) on earth)
So, uh, what gives there?
Simply put: I cannot accept
Determination by man or by faith
I do not pick your cotton
Do not – please – pick my destiny
Sure, there are varying
Degrees of “knack for happiness”
And diversity in nuance and tone
We are all tourists here
II.
When the curiosity wanes
There will be nothing left of the brain
When the instinct fades
There will be nothing left of the body
III.
Authenticity
As means of voracity
My capacity
