Ode of Self

Lazy, entitled, working all day
To solve problems the world will never solve.
Like so many, finding good solutions
And like so many, those solutions
Work only for the self.

Wise one moment
But the wisdom flees
When a thousand opine, it clouds
The clear declaration from God.

Oh, how everything is known
So sure of it.
Only to be confronted by a thousand presumptions
A thousand baseless reasons;
Thinking the game is won
When, truthfully, hadn't even seen the first move.

How all of it is true
That Morpheus spins the idle
Wet dreams through the night
And in the morning am the man with his beads
Rubbing them, without a single bit
Of entertainment in my house.

For chastity is never saying "Fuck"
And abstaining from video games...
Meanwhile the alarm clock wakens
Me at eight in the mourning
But I awaken at twelve.

A mess, yet within this heart
Is a secret unlocked.
It truly knows God.