Old vices,
Often punish in karmic idealisms.
The void is ever so close.
Ask the plague victims,
Skeletal in the catacombs.
Brutish & short –
Hobbes’ ruling!
That we need monarchs,
Due to our savagery as humans.
No.
I need no master.
Keep making mistakes instead.
Learning from every one.
Even still.
I Need No Master.
