The unexamined life—what decadence,
To revel in the muck and swill for rind—
No need to ponder on the role of providence,
Awash in Mammon Mud like plump pink swine.
Life’s goal there—never better—simply more;
To feast and fatten, filch and fornicate—
The greatest triumph…never Heaven’s door
But some chanced opening of the barnyard gate.
In some respects the sty is much our style
Though oft there viewed with humor and disdain;
A list of similarities is swift compiled,
Though in ourselves we dare not to explain.
To analyze our lives in such a light
Seems more a vision with a torch too bright!

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