We turn people just like us
Who shit and piss and cum
Into saints, to make our own perfection
Unattainable.
‘Oh,’ we say,
‘We aren’t saints. We could never
Change anything!’
This is the grand copout.
Don’t get me wrong:
The holiest thing a human can do
Is to piss and shit and cum,
but to accept this,
to embrace that we are all wallowing
in the same piss and shit and cum
is to take away the excuse
to not act.
To realize our glory—
and potential as a species—
is found not on a prayer to the heavens,
but in the gutter along with our lowest brother,
is to demand the greatest love of self,
and the greatest love of fellow,
and to realize that there is no Other,
there is only us.
And when we learn to love
The sacred fragrance of our collective stink,
only then can we ascend
only then can we change anything.
Who shit and piss and cum
Into saints, to make our own perfection
Unattainable.
‘Oh,’ we say,
‘We aren’t saints. We could never
Change anything!’
This is the grand copout.
Don’t get me wrong:
The holiest thing a human can do
Is to piss and shit and cum,
but to accept this,
to embrace that we are all wallowing
in the same piss and shit and cum
is to take away the excuse
to not act.
To realize our glory—
and potential as a species—
is found not on a prayer to the heavens,
but in the gutter along with our lowest brother,
is to demand the greatest love of self,
and the greatest love of fellow,
and to realize that there is no Other,
there is only us.
And when we learn to love
The sacred fragrance of our collective stink,
only then can we ascend
only then can we change anything.
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