Poem: The Agony of Bliss


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



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