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Click hereHe was charged-up , young , fiery
Provocative , militant , left-wing
Reader of Sartre , Marx , Camus
Progressive , intellectual , anti-establishment
Full of words like Molotov cocktail , Che guevera
Carlos the Jackal till
Till one day a cold voice
Asked him in his mind ---
Aren't you the only son
Of aged , hard workin" parents ---
Who have sacrificed their
Comforts to put you into college
Are'nt they entitled to a bit
Of luxury provided by a son
With a high Payin' corporate ?!?!?!
In their Old Age ?.....
Fuck the Down Trodden !
He dumped radical ideology
Like a burnt cigarette , torn jeans
Or an used condom ........
Today he's a successful Exec
Drivin' a Merc
Blood- suckin' the common people
--- the very people he had dreamt to serve
----a pimped out Corporate Whore .............
your, not you. I am studying Yoga in Katmandu and the internet is not working well, not to mention electric current is variable, I am learning to levitate but it is difficult.You are still writing great poetic works! All my best to you my dear friend.
Life is a struggle only redeemed by spiritual awareness or orgasmic meditation when no partner is available. I am studying and awaiting my female yoga instructor now, perhaps this will help my release, I have not mastered one hand clapping, perhaps she will help.
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Ideals give way to reality. Humans are human, though they wish to be saints.