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Mad German's Place
Poems, Babblings, Lyrics and Malcontented Gibberish
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An audio (mp3) link for downloading is provided at the bottom of the poem Utopia Utopia…? What
rot! For
who among us filthy
as we are with our dirty passions… intoxicated
by the stench of our lusts and
marred by the telling scars of imperfect lives is
so qualified even
to be it’s lowly gatekeeper And
wherefore is the loss By
what foolhardy decree was it deemed such privilege to
live amidst their pristine society Would
we truly trade the robust laughter the
strong drink and tawdry wenches for
the clean robes, the soft music and
flawless beauty of the Utopians Is
it not we who mock their lives and
they who sneak away in the dark hours shunning
their perfect society to
secretly partake of our lustful vices Better
I think to
revel in our low passions than
to feign high virtue in the sunlight but
creep deceptively through the darkness longing
secretly for
that which we have publicly condemned Let
Utopia be damned I say Better
I think that we remain here In
our farms, our villages and
our seedy alleyways Soiled
with the sweat of our labors dizzy
with the wine of our leisure’s and
mad from the fever of our passions Living
fully and dying without regret a
bit more each day from
the noxious contagions of an unclean life
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