15 May 2012
When you take away my ego The tender spots The knowing sins The behaviours The plastic spirituality And slightly affected virtue there's Just arsehole.
When my cute childhood fades The 'all young once' Forgiveness of selfishness The manipulative kindness The shared, over-gilded memories And painful loss, there's Just arsehole.
When you think You just can't pity more The lack of friends The streaks of fear The sweaty, pissy, Stressy mood That does not self Or family good, there's Just arsehole.
Remove the worker, Experiences clung to, Responses slow And decisions laughable The up and up And... gone of talents Held in youth, there's Just arsehole.
When I've finished Narcissizing My muscled legs, The fertile pulse between. The masculine of chest and beard The hand that writes The mind that imagines And heart that loves, And when it dawns - The flesh is flawed, there's Just arsehole.
But when I let my imperfections sing And be whatever I can; No more or less than any man When I let go and feel the moment Rather than posing in it, self aware; When I love and love myself enough there's Just a soul.
Just Arsehole • Opuss № I