Been looking for affection
at a rich man’s resurrection
found plenty of gold
but little introspection
His friends cry crocodile
and the family’s lamenting
focused on the parts of his fortune they’re getting
I’ve stuck inside for a while
watching the grandson beguiled
by the young secretary
distributing the obituary
You’d think knowing he’s coming back
would reassure those crying quacks
But they’re grieving the lost income
than a returnee from the upper kingdom
I’ve been seeking perspective
at an academic collective
never met so many egos
or objectives so subjective
The men are slovenly slaves
that eye their students brave,
for weaknesses to extend their stay,
the mental and physical enslaved.
Don’t worry sirs, the one thing I know
is that the institution is uninterested
in stopping your private peep show
Long as you show them grant money
they’ll keep sending you flesh honey.
I’ve searched for wisdom
at a newborn’s baptism
a few tried to convert me
but I’m full of skepticism.
The pious ones are damned to Earth
hoarding what’s left from the poor.
I hope one day they realize their spiritual worth
isn’t derived from the size of their hoard.
Funny how small men turn small gains
into holy war.
The references are filled with anecdotes.
The dedication leads to pillage,
small village roasts.
The soul-searching truths lay waiting
A God adorned, but teachings forsaken
The journey from my home kingdom
To find affection, perspective, and wisdom
Has found instead
A wake of crocodiles
A brothel of the bought and beguiled
An army of blind defilers
Please, send me down a better path
to find the answers that I seek
or else written on my epitaph
be these final things that I have seen.