there is

such a thing

as controlled decadence;

it is where one becomes

pardoned

exonerated by the macros

for any peroid

of time.

you have been given ways

to waste it, this break:

a choice of space and substance

and company

which shall be left

uncommunicated

it is your secret love

do not hinder yourself

by shouting it’s name

you will be caught

eventually

and it is nearly impossible to explain

to men and women who pride

themselves

on how well

they punish.

do what will make you

wonderful

to be around

and only do it

as if you are young

if you’ve never had the chance

and no-one depends on you,

or if you’re in a touring band

and remember;

if you’re ever

starving in a bunker,

cannibalism must be

consensual.

but also make certain to

never party

on an empty stomach

or all of the problems

you have been avoiding

will find you

and they will be

the least of your worries.

do what makes you feel

GOOD

even if it makes you look

disheveled

so snort the ivory dust

swept over to us

from Blue Monday,

swallow the rasta waterfall

and piss onto the freeway

as discreetly as possible,

fuck like squirrels

until your bushes knot up together

and your tails kink

as your bottle necks clink

just do whatever you want

just be you

and don’t get caught