My happiness is like a delaytory clock that can’t be wound!: A poem 

I wouldn’t give the Aristotelians the benefit 

of credit, in believing that happiness is a matter 

of your own endeavour! I just don’t think that 

happiness can be lauded in a dystopia. I just think 

that I had an amazing sense of humour through all my tribulations! 

Was Philip’s Macedonia, the root of Alexander’s megalomania? 

As if Aristotle would have schooled him in matters of conquest? 

And I am sure that Aristotle was significantly complacent 

compared to all the musings of the Cynics and Stoics! 

Anyway, I’d be unsettled in the Roman ides, be they the 15^th or 13^th (no, not my Minotaur!)  

We ‘ve had too much territorial grabbing in the history  

of humanity. Why humanity? As much as when all  

exploded in the burst of the gas that formed the primal 

stars. You can see there is no brotherhood even among 

aliens. There is a rivalry, because treachery made all  

those particles, anti-particle to each other right from 

the initiality rapined to outburst. I ask everyone I wish to love me, today: 

Would you place your souls in a hasty murky rabid soup;  

or place it, in all patience, in a platitude of Kingdom-come?  

Do you understand that particle physics is only an  

unceremonious up-end without an appendage of finding  

truth, or for that matter, deep-seeking space to find profundity? 

Would NASA or China want to bring back the moon,

that is eyeing us with an unsacred intelligence to rule us 

in the near future? I am just too obdurate to permit 

evil of any kind! Two thousand years ago, I was cruelly  

stoned to death for preventing the onset of one evil. 

Now I am fighting two; and you are all ignorantly besmirching me!  

How you all spook me to only get spooked yourselves?! 

I just don’t think I want Psyche to take me as her lover, 

for I detest her allegiance to both moon and sea! Where is 

that goodfellow/ Wishmaster trying to con me and  

making his pederasty of me, a reality? Do I not know how love 

is turned away from me, because of his treachery?! 

You all want your gall in your gills? I don’t even want  

a cheque on my cheek! Eternity has been chequered 

by treachery. And here I am squandering my Godhood  

in this lifetime of chess pieces out of compulsion! Your fishy Pacifism is  

not my deemed package of providence. And I just  

wouldn’t look up to the moon and see a corny reflection 

of admiration from it. I didn’t befriend Allah, never ever! 

I just know I want to pull the rug from under the feet of that slithering nightly crone!