none ever asked jack kerouac and his Mercury tongue
why he never learned to love
one time daughter one time wife
but always the pull of a vagabond life
but no well-meaning busy body to the beat king said
why in the suit of hearts do you end in the red
and if any were to ask today
we would with all ease explain it away
how some journies of the soul are best taken alone
when you are king of the beats with a Mercury tongue
no one asked napoleon with his Ares sword
why isn’t it love you swing your arm toward
what can the word devoted truly mean
if you turn your gaze only to spread your seed
but no friend of the Emporer ever pried
and asked why no woman in his imprisoned abscence ever cried
and if any were to ask today
we would with all ease explain it away
how the path to power is one we must walk on our own
when you are Emporer of France with the Ares sword
so ask me again with my Aphrodite eyes
why i despise the title of someone else’s prize
and why in my waiting my heart grows cold
as adonis in eternal hell waits to grow old
nations rise and fall for a taste of my lips
and yet you still ask me why i have no man to kiss
and if you were to dare to ask today
you could with all ease explain it away
but let me invoke emporer’s sword and the beat king’s tongue
becaue there are paths we were all born and must live to walk alone
Nihilistic Porcupine 