Substance > Beauty

The battle to control our minor lives

We take out the trash

We kiss the wife

We don’t see this of any great importance

Epic lives of consequence

The Ubermensch in us all

Desiring to break free from

Changing the oil and

Spanking the child

So we check the stars

Idolize the authors

Believe in politicians

Who all have minor lives

But choose to fake that they do not

And within all of this, tales

Tales we spin in faith that there is a reason

A purpose

Something we wish to leave upon the world

With our shit and our piss and our consumption

Never realizing that this greater things

Is not in those who seem to have it

But lies in the bathroom

With the plunger

Smelling faintly of

Insight