They call me PhD.
Because I'm trying to get
An advanced degree.
Iím trying to achieve
I'm also exploring
What it means to be
I'm doing this only partly
Because of me.
I'm trying to take care of
Burning hoops define the carnival troops
Filled with inititates of the Temple,
Simply attempting to gain a little bit of fame,
The game being what it is,
Incisions into the soul
By mental razors in search of intellectual gold
Is akin to renouncing one's ties to normal life,
Announcing one's intention to set one's sights
On the inner light
Of moral and ethical perfection
Called to a higher goal,
Eyes rising beyond the mundane,
Approximating the elevation of the profane.
Philosophy's fatal draw an elixir of illusion,
A burning man of straw,
Flames laughing into the darkness
Promising dry bones a stony interment,
Fomenting prescience in unruly sessions:
The gloaming descends as initiates pretend
To understand the foundation of nations,
Assuming knowledge and cultural hegemony is understood,
Cultivating the Other, just another term for the 'Hood,
And those who reside,
Spending time in the halls of Academia can cause mania,
In the form of an inordinate desire to pontificate
And an unconscionable urge to masturbate freely,
Releasing the creative seed,
Ejaculating blood in the attempt to prevent the flood of...
Surely the result of a forgotten libation
Resulting in the cessation of Ancestral protection.
A convection of light and sumptous fare,
Less satisfying but at least free of
The desires of the dead and dying.
Observing the ceremonial sacrifice is like
Dining on air and ice,
Unsatisfactory unless one is
A yogin of the eternal lineage,
One spoken for by powers and principalities,
With mentalities abased by greed and
The elevation of mind over soul,
The price to enter the professorial fold is,
The sum of one's spiritual goals.
With Eyes Wide Shut I see vistas undreamt,
Of dark debauchery and demonic depredations
Fulfilled by the will of nations already lost
To the sins of Setians.
I doubt whether the cost is worth it;
The price is too high, the bill's come nigh.
Due in flesh, to pass the test requires
Sacrifice and the death of someone blessed.
Some poor, unfortunate acolyte,
An imprudent student imbued with truth,
To be bled instead by soulless scions
Engorged with prions,
Hearkening back to
A history of cannibalistic attacks upon
Of which we hardly hear whispers,
To this tradition I pay tithe and toll,
But I refuse to sell my soul to gain my PhD.
That's not the reason why
I'm trying to get an advanced degree.
it comes down to it,
I really don't care about
I'm more concerned with
The necessity of being truly free.
That's what this degree means to me.
And what it means to my family.