This poem was originally published in the Circle City Clubhouse newsletter. I believe it lays out a good plan for what we really must do with out lives, i our lives--GF
Rectify!
Rectify!
Rectify!
If you can’t rectify—
please die!
That’s so good,
so telling, and
so true
it bears repeating:
Rectify!
Rectify!
Rectify!
If you can’t rectify—
please die!
Remember,
just because you
are alive
does not mean
your living is worthwhile.
You may be alive
only as a parasite
on the better forms
of humanity.
You may be alive
not as a human,
but only as a
deceptively human-appearing
species of ignorant, obnoxious
australopithecine.
That’s especially true
if you don’t rectify,
if you don’t devote
your life
to rectifying.
Rectify!
Rectify!
Rectify!
That is Moses
and the prophets…
