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I can hardly find anything more
Awful to the eye
Than the sight of
Modern fashion, such vulgarity unshy.

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I can hardly find anything
More excoriating to the ear
Than the sound of
Radio song about sex, drugs and drinking beer.

I can hardly find anything
More nauseating to the nose
Than the smell of
Office air perfume-soaked beyonds levels set by WHO.

I can hardly find anything
More tawdry to the tongue
Than the taste of
Saccharine junk we keep on feeding to the young.

I can hardly find anything
More beastly to the body
Than the feeling of
Waking up all drowsy, stupid and woozy.

I can hardly find anything
More muck-raking to the mind
Than thoughts of
Fraudly sensual desires tempting me from behind.

I can hardly find anything
More enlightening to the eye
Than the sight of
Beautiful bodies decomposing by and by.

I can hardly find anything
More inspiring to the ear
Than the sound of
Softly heart beating without fear.

I can hardly find anything
More tantalising to the tongue
Than the taste of
Plain boiled potatoes, the homely hero unsung.

I can hardly find anything
More beautiful to the body
Than the feelings of
Saintly gnosis that Mara cannot see.

I can hardly find anything
More mellifluous to the mind
Than the thought that
Even the Path, if anyone’s,
Is not mine.

 

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