I heard Plato from the cave,
& how living is easy with eyes closed
& I saw the people on the streets, politicizing there small worlds & making ends meat
& I know that people know their own lives best, and nothing of the unknown.
A bedroom full of books & halfwritten manifestos,
post it note quotes,
concerning all sorts, mainly life, death, living & dying,
& sincerity be at the heart of it.
You are what you eat
Smother yourself with indolence
& indolence you shall be,
watch all the while the most scant of times
& as such you shall see.
make friends with gluttony
Lay a bed
& lie in it, slovenly