Visceral pleasures of an ensconced man
I repeat the myriad sins
of pleasing myself in solitude
and play my music in purported élan
They say I am a confused man
Refurbished wounds like a soiled caftan
tattered to shreds with false belief
They did not fathom my strong desire
to re-live, replenish my vanity van
They say I am a confused man
so what conventions are not for me
Priorities progress like rapids, change
directions at will where loose earth encourages
me to push as hard as I can
They say I am a confused man......
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