Of the soul’s dignity of whom wants to become rich
Of the soul's dignity of whom wants to become rich
Don't ask me What kind of guy I am Gorging myself on the hope To have so much wealth That I forget to be loyal With my gentlemanly dignity By acquiring in my turn Of my commitment with these words Witnesses of my fidelity To the human race And of my generosity Towards the most humbles Without which I will be the last of the men And the first Of those fucking bastards Who forget so easy and so fast, That an hasardous day They just started from, their mother's bottom And became themselves By the courage of their families Helpfull people and own friends.
These words could become gold By reversing eighty percent of their earns To a panel of charity funds which work To the growth of the gentleness Everywhere in the world, A very old vertue erased by the Time And cupid blindness of few manies Which must absloutly rebirth If we want to be certain to give The better chances to preserve Our bodies , minds and souls Of the anounced tragedy By doing nothing , except to be The insignifiant and powerless Witnesses Of our proper unconsciousness
The 20 others percent will be attributed To the growth of my personnal art of the gentle maner to tell us to ourselves With the sweetness of my singing verses The hard reality of the truth
All of that could be possible If you let your heart speaking And , of course, your lightned consciousness By purchasing or bidding on this poem