My thousands of poems,
Cannot stop capitalism.
I already know that.
No matter how many books or poems,
I write.
Cannot defeat ignorance,
In entirety.
Not yet.
Needing means,
Ends,
I’ve yet to steal.
Power. Clout. Wealth. Fame.
Fuck it all.
Mere stepping stones,
For this shitty monk.
A philosophy.
I Already Know That.
