So the song goes
that we've all got
the devil inside,
and the book talked
about the beast within,
so I think
that I have
a chemistry
of anger, violence,
aggression, and ill-will
inside,
which I keep
stuffed away
by the use
of my more moral mind,
but it arises
every once in a while
when I get pushed
too hard,
and I seem to remember
it coming out
about eight or so times
in my life,
and it's a dangerous thing
that can hurt people,
but I only hurt people
psychologically,
I think,
but beware
of the anger goblin within
because it can really
screw things up.
So, I have been
observing my brain
for many years
and I have discovered
that I am high
on brain drugs,
even though
I am not on
street drugs
or many prescription drugs,
so my brain
creates these drugs
inside
by the use of little
brain mechanisms,
and I have detected
eight different ones,
like good uppers
which are like
happiness and energy,
and bad uppers
which are like
panic and anxiety,
and good downers
which are like
serenity,
and bad downers
which are like
depression and sadness,
and lefties and righties
which are like
more masculine
or more feminine,
and levelers
which are like
sobriety,
and hallucinogens
which make me
see and hear things,
so the best brain state
is the best mix
and I can't do it
willfully.
So, as a young hippie,
I was looking
to get high
like all us other hippies,
so I tried a bunch
of drugs
and a lot of booze,
but that was dangerous,
mostly illegal, and caused
painful aftereffects,
so I tried yoga,
but that had bad aftereffects, too,
so, even though I thought
I had good intentions
about studying Zen,
like that I wanted
to be a Buddha or something,
I went to Zen
to try to find
a good buzz,
but that didn't work
because Zen
isn't such a good buzz,
so when I turned forty,
I discovered Chi Kung
and practiced
because it was
such a good buzz,
and then began
to learn
many different
alternative healing exercises,
which all were
a good buzz,
so now
I spend my mornings
buzzing
and it makes me
quite happy,
sometimes.
So, the man
who got hacked
has decided
that he wants
to get around,
so, here is his new
territory
which is so very simple
that he wonders
where the rain is,
but now that
the hacker is in jail,
he has freed himself
to do the job
that a free poet
would do,
like type.
