The Dude



He says –
“inspect and connect
factors of the life we live
what nature has to give
consent and be content”

Man, what the hell?
You know as well as I do
That your spitting that shit
Because you just cannot grip
Your life

Through strife you strive
But are you alive?
You admit with a somber grin
That you can never win
You’re a pessimist, you get my gist?
I see you smoking that pot so obviously not

Then he says –
“what does it matter? We’re all deprived, discontent and dead in the end”
from where do you derive that? You can’t talk my friend.
From the womb
to the tomb
your thoughts consumed by impending doom
it leaves no room
for the nature nonsense you were spitting and spinning
at the beginning.

But speaking of never winning..

Its quite true
That you, in bringing yourself down
By attempting to bring yourself up
Are stuck
And shit out of luck

You, with your self-consolation
Self-desacration
And chronic intoxication
Inflict agitation, inflamation

Who will save you?
Give you salvation
From condemnation
To damnation?