Storm [It's not perfect, but it's mine]

"Isn't this enough?

Just this world?

"Just this beautiful,

complex

Wonderfully unfathomable,

 natural world?

How does it so fail to hold our attention

That we have to diminish it with the invention

Of cheap, man-made myths and monsters?

If you're so into your Shakespeare

Lend me your ear:

“

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,

To throw perfume on the violet...…

 ...is just fucking silly

Or something like that.

Or what about Satchmo?!

I see trees of green,

Red roses too,

And fine, if you wish to

Glorify Krishna and Vishnu

In a post-colonial, condescending

Bottled-up and labeled kind of way

Then whatever, that's okay.

But here's what gives me a hard-on:

I have

and it is

And

But thanks to

 recent scientific advances

I get to live

As my

and

Twice as long

 to live this life of mine

Twice as long to love this wife of mine

Twice as many years of friends and wine

Of sharing curries and getting shitty

With good-looking hippies

With fairies on their spines

And butterflies on their titties.