CANTO XXI - Liken Knees Deep in Dung
Human progress has no tendency to cast it (causality) in
doubt, but rather the effect of confirming it and of always
further widening knowledge of the scope of its validity. Its
continued and growing recognition is therefore closely
linked to human progress.
Carl Menger (economist, 1840-1921)
Principles of Economics (book, 1871)
Ah the poetries, prophecies, then philosophies
Per mod-pops; the slicks, tricks, and damn pricks
Sketching sticks as arrays or arcane concaves
While conjured incongruities parade in lockstep
On boards of white for hordes driven to fright
Suited whores given to rifle rights and privacies
Mass purlieus seated fitly in neat little publicities
Donned in fake stoles, some as snakes and moles
In tall grass and black holes, coaxed and hexed
Thus hoaxed and vexed in rhetorical schemes
Cloaked in dreams, screened by particulars
Per manipulators of regulators, administrators
And dictators, most pompous host of potentates
With mandates presumed by democracy’s mobs
Theocracy robs as well per bed jointly shared
Along the whores, so the affairs centrally scored
More and more, as empowered desires conspire
Greed, indeed, though, need not to heed, if freed
Of arbitrary and thieved legality and subsidy
The taking of property, liberty, and dignity by life
A knife intentional, interventionism’s fife willful
Hence federalism’s pledge and canticle fanatical
Rehearsed by the lilting notes and tilting rotes
On subjugated lips, no guilt to sip, no bitter cup
No goddamn hiccup, no fuckin’ stutter in step
So to mutter or slip the tongue under breath
Liken knees deep in dung by its jester’s un-death
Human progress has no tendency to cast it (causality) in
doubt, but rather the effect of confirming it and of always
further widening knowledge of the scope of its validity. Its
continued and growing recognition is therefore closely
linked to human progress.
Carl Menger (economist, 1840-1921)
Principles of Economics (book, 1871)
Ah the poetries, prophecies, then philosophies
Per mod-pops; the slicks, tricks, and damn pricks
Sketching sticks as arrays or arcane concaves
While conjured incongruities parade in lockstep
On boards of white for hordes driven to fright
Suited whores given to rifle rights and privacies
Mass purlieus seated fitly in neat little publicities
Donned in fake stoles, some as snakes and moles
In tall grass and black holes, coaxed and hexed
Thus hoaxed and vexed in rhetorical schemes
Cloaked in dreams, screened by particulars
Per manipulators of regulators, administrators
And dictators, most pompous host of potentates
With mandates presumed by democracy’s mobs
Theocracy robs as well per bed jointly shared
Along the whores, so the affairs centrally scored
More and more, as empowered desires conspire
Greed, indeed, though, need not to heed, if freed
Of arbitrary and thieved legality and subsidy
The taking of property, liberty, and dignity by life
A knife intentional, interventionism’s fife willful
Hence federalism’s pledge and canticle fanatical
Rehearsed by the lilting notes and tilting rotes
On subjugated lips, no guilt to sip, no bitter cup
No goddamn hiccup, no fuckin’ stutter in step
So to mutter or slip the tongue under breath
Liken knees deep in dung by its jester’s un-death
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