When Disaster Waves, I Try Not To

Our Detachments Move Us Toward Freedom And Death.

As A Youth, I Sought Out Decadence; As An Elder, I Try To Avoid Decay.

I Pursue Pleasure, But Stingily, Suspiciously.

I Am Plain-speaking Out Of Both Sides Of My Mouth.

Now Defined As Art, The Totem Has Lost Cult, Taboo, And Custom.