Rank and file – rat race is in motion.
This color blindness seem a symptom of class discrimination.
Virgin petite mine, who broke your hymen in attenuation?
The hymen for my wallabies – my lullabies?!
It will be the disintegration of our generation!
We seem going down hill with tsunami – what a pity!
Life should be with fun and never to be mocked!
Why wasting your time free thinkers with brain tumor,
Preaching like what, are you saints of dereliction?
Ah; you visit the shrine time after time in volition to most high.
Yet, your vices eludes your virtues!
Ah-ah, look at these people of common drools.
I shook my head and concluded with honest truth,
Many lack the simple truth – they do not see the light!
Those who always think piety comes from the shrine
Never think well at all – there is no salvation in drooling!
Of course, the path to heavens comes from within.
Now, that my insouciant fellows raises eyebrow
I must say this, cocksure are those with silver spoon – there is no bond.
They can read and write but are still illiterate,
Their nose tucked with ice, I look at them with pity and rage.
But despondent are others with true psyche – nothing abound.
Those of work-worn parents, struggles to be educated,
Money paid to them not enough for welfare,
They provide clerks for educated stooges of ill-gotten wealth,
Now, they dream to be silver spooned with their token but soon deviate.
Whence, miserable fellows silver spooned are crest fallen like a renegade,
They do not think of anything else, least about life’s challenges!
Life has become a joke – a tale of weal and woe,
Foul and fair for many fellows silver spooned or metallic spade.
For those silver spooned – life is enjoyment of full.
Having compunction, metallic spade sign up to smoke up.
Watching them as they puff on and as they pop on;
I see wisps of their mentalities escaping,
Yes, senses fast escaping like free winds!
Extravagance both look at me, eyes red hot like the blacksmith.
I shook my head, these autistic children,
They can not arrest their anxiety, was it enjoyment?
Not at all, it was a vain life of wastefulness,
I should tag it lack of vision and consciousness.
Now that they lack direction and mocked my asceticism,
There is nothingness for me to speak before them.
Alas; I must say this before you, austerity is asceticism.
Indeed, asceticism fathers discipline!
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