Unexalted Ego

In you rush with your unexalted ego,

and smash the window your fellow prole will have to fix once more tomorrow,

same lowly wage,

as the man you wished to attack is informed of your thuggery as a passing comment on the lower end of a briefing paper,

handed to him by his wanking hand secretary,

as he sips his frappuccino in a revolting slurp,

and thinks of the youthful saliva of the cash hungry teenage girls mouth orifice only.

No,

we need more guile,

more consciousness,

thus togetherness,

5 and three quarter billion minds are better then the remainder,

and no,

I desire not to lead us in,

when we tune in and listen instead of tuning out and ignoring in the state we falsely label: BLISS,

we will just know,

our spirits will guide,

our nature will tell,

revelations abundant,

confusing a little at first,

then beautiful,

beautiful and peaceful,

incomprehensibly so.