In The Solitude...
The quiet of wisdom whispers;
The stillness of peace lingers...
Reconnecting to the core,
I make love with myself...
(Well, to my hand, technically).
In the openness of nature,
The scent of heaven wafts through...
(And I sniff that shit up like a big fat line of blow).
With the relief of breath outwards,
Tensions held lifetimes released...
(Like a big, rank, backed-up fart).
Towering above on mountains,
Closer to God, picking his brain...
(Occasionally picking my nose).
The flow of serene streams trickling down gentle waterfall,
Soothing the soul with its calming rhythm...
(What better place to take a piss).
In the solitude...
The dust of hectic scuffles settle,
The seriousness of slowing down sinking in...
(What better place to ‘take a piss).
