The bliss of agony
Or the agony of bliss
Austerity and excess
Are both the same
It wouldn’t matter if I spent
Twenty years
Fasting on a mountain top
Or an equal amount of time
Running a brothel
And drinking myself to death
The outcome would be roughly the same
You have no idea
What I’ve been doing today
Perhaps you never will
Either way
Send me your underwear
And I will be very happy
A Poet's Life 