Arse Farce

What men call social virtues, good fellowship, is commonly but the virtue of pigs in a litter, which lie close together to keep each other warm. - Thoreau

excuses are lies masquerading as reasons

summer and winter are states of mind concealed as seasons

truth is a ball buster disguised as a tennis racket

i wish i could find my darned, fall jacket

my life has become a teet-sucking farce

and

i'm its coalescing, slovenly arse

Author's Note

"Perhaps we should never procure a new suit, however ragged or dirty the old, until we have so conducted or enterprised or sailed in some way, that we feel like new men in the old, and that to retain it would be like keeping new wine in old bottles." - Thoreau