let us now praise the piss pot

the commode the toilet bowl

that receives the leavings of our earthly extravagances

waste for some and fertilizer for others

let us the throne upon which we sit

the altar of our offerings

let us now praise sex

chokin' that chicken a mile a minute

or massagin' those lips into a creamy froth

piston jabs or intake holes

jelly rolls with an option for more

let us now praise those consumed in the heat

or sit and ponder thinking

what monkeys we look like....and laugh...

let us now praise our pitiful hungers

let us anoint us passions and compulsions

let us gamble and plot our moves to advantage

so we may jockey for our positions

in our imagined salvations

this is the life this is the sorrow

this is the promise on which

we beg steal or borrow

forgive the cliche but be that as it may

that is the central fact

of our living on this brutal rock

whose privations are one with its beauties

let us now praise the wisdom

that teaches there's an end to this

and out of it a fresh start

to calm the heart

and renew the spirit

in as far as we admit that this is how it is...

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