Do you see my Dionysian impulse
that I embrace wholeheartedly,
while rejecting my sovereign autonomy?
Do you understand my repulse
of progress and novelty,
and ideological distinction and economy?
Do you not see my rejection
towards beliefs of modernity,
while finding a friable identity.
With a drug-induced erection
and processed food in my tummy,
I am –
An unemployed entrepreneur,
Caffeine-addicted, gaming accruer,
Wine, beer and liquor connoisseur,
Ignorant genius that smells like manure,
That lives in the basement of my third mummy.