Passion, Principles And Perspectives
Romantic love is a rip off and genius shines alone,
I can only afford to love myself and I continue to atone.
This life is crucial and I will not be had,
This common wisdom is our counter-cultural fad.
The stars are far and the dog needs a bone,
The ascetic needs a turban and the wizard sports a cone.
Nietzche succeeded in his time; what is to go mad?
Lack of sacrifice, however, turns a man into a lad.
Man will be man and, in this time, heaven is at home,
We all need a power circle; creativity is my dome.
I am not confused; piety is the garment I clad,
My mother is a saint and I have to be bad.
Sacrifice is better and expensive is hope,
Don't bother looking for me;
Ingenuity and I have long eloped.
Amorality is elegant and I never miss dad,
When it's said and done,
I am healthy and will fill this pad.
I hide nothing but every line seems like a secret,
Man is at bottom blameless; why complicate life with regret?
I dont wish to stray and think only of God,
Africa has long been undermined and that is odd.
Success is for the chosen and none will defect,
Apt and fierce, I appoint myself as prefect.
Romanticism is easy and I can't be bored,
Excess takes us back to what we abhorred.
Writing for me is an empire, never a project,
Lack of esteem is reflected in the insults we project.
You should soon meet me, I'm anything but 'Lord',
Politics is in Nairobi and I am from the North.
There is strength in diversity and Africa is best;
Lovelier than a jewel, the savannah is my nest.
I feel bad for America and I must go to support,
Democracy almost died and desperately needs rapport.
I can only afford to love myself and I continue to atone.
This life is crucial and I will not be had,
This common wisdom is our counter-cultural fad.
The stars are far and the dog needs a bone,
The ascetic needs a turban and the wizard sports a cone.
Nietzche succeeded in his time; what is to go mad?
Lack of sacrifice, however, turns a man into a lad.
Man will be man and, in this time, heaven is at home,
We all need a power circle; creativity is my dome.
I am not confused; piety is the garment I clad,
My mother is a saint and I have to be bad.
Sacrifice is better and expensive is hope,
Don't bother looking for me;
Ingenuity and I have long eloped.
Amorality is elegant and I never miss dad,
When it's said and done,
I am healthy and will fill this pad.
I hide nothing but every line seems like a secret,
Man is at bottom blameless; why complicate life with regret?
I dont wish to stray and think only of God,
Africa has long been undermined and that is odd.
Success is for the chosen and none will defect,
Apt and fierce, I appoint myself as prefect.
Romanticism is easy and I can't be bored,
Excess takes us back to what we abhorred.
Writing for me is an empire, never a project,
Lack of esteem is reflected in the insults we project.
You should soon meet me, I'm anything but 'Lord',
Politics is in Nairobi and I am from the North.
There is strength in diversity and Africa is best;
Lovelier than a jewel, the savannah is my nest.
I feel bad for America and I must go to support,
Democracy almost died and desperately needs rapport.

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