IN JUSTIFYING SELF
Just a flake- a piece of dust,
In this all humanity trusts!
All that we believe in this land
Is pleasure!- material's jaded strand.
Every person that I meet,
Cares for their own ego's treat.
All the good works that we do
Are turned by self-gratification into goo!
Men and women live and die
Some grope low, some sway high;
But all they say and all they do
Is concentrated in self, through and through.
Rare gems of souls for others strive,
They care not for what truth may hide.
It is in Self that we find reason,
Sweating and struggling- our souls to season.
Through our greedy lusty ways,
We learn of existence's maniacal craze.
To the altar of Self- we give our praise,
Enriching our days, beings basking in life's material rays!