And more Besides

Besides the point old chap, totally besides the point
Why don’t you listen to what I am saying and mayhap you would learn something
Mayhap, what kind of bullshit is that
Words my dear boy , only words
Something you know precious little about
Yes, prof, you know about them, you know about many things
But knowledge and wisdom you have known.
Mind so cluttered up with words, books, thoughts and facts
That true knowledge and wisdow which is beyond the mind is hidden from you
Though it is there all the time
The native American, the Aboriginal, with their ancient ways of nature
Are far more wise than you, than any professor or any of us in the modern world
And even they are being corrupted by our false ideals and finding them false
Unable to return to the old wise ways, they become trapped nowhere.
Seeking release in liquor and more liquor
Learn from them prof, it may do you good
We all should learn from them
Stead of chasing ourselves up our own arses
That way only leads to more oblivion when the Truth is staring us in the face
If only we look.