I would rather
Be the greased-up rocker
Floating like a rag
On the streets of the metro
Grinning for nothing
But maintaining
A mind to dwell on
Metaphysics
Than any respectable fellow
About to pop
From affluence but
Missing something
The one thing
That looks living in the eye
And enlists the bloke
In the affairs of the King
Making living
Into something
None other than
Living
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