Ignorance is reflexive
Blunt are our senses
We sin at room temperature
Death is the orgasm for being lukewarm
Made from dust
We are living stones
Harmful to our environment like kidney stones
Religion is hard to chew
Politics, hard to swallow
The truth never digests
So, here comes the Purge
Can you be horny at the face of death?
Witness the Angel's lust
Can you be brick, Sixteen...
When you have to choose between life and death...
To be and not to be?
© Michael Ofurum
No Man's Philosophy
(A collection of 7 poems)