Netcees - Man of no Ego

Old Topical Battle Verse

Man Of No Ego
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"... so was it "magic" or drugs? Shrooms and acid or bud?
What the cat got your tongue? Cos you're acting like ..."

"Hush! Stop that racket and trust that there's magic in us"

"Well, the fact that you just made it back after months ..
of hunting in the desert with a quack! I mean "monk" .."

"He's a shaman .. sis you're dumb! Listen, Charlotte
shit I'm done with explaining what it was ..."

"Okay, Roger I'll succumb—I won't jump to conclusions
or assume you're on drugs"

"Well, I'll tell you just because, but don't you interrupt,
bite your tongue and zip it up as I take you on a journey
that's forbidden to discuss. But fuck it buckle up!"

It begins with a drum and a hum in the wind
that was coming from a hut made of mud and of brick
that was dried in the sun for at least one hundred cycles
such a primative construction if you judged it on arrival
as I walked I slung my rifle tight over my right shoulder
and the closer that I trudged I could smell a fire smolder
as a row of desert rodents slowly roasted in the open
next to half a dozen cans of corroded Coca~Cola
that had rusted in the sand, which was orange
as tangerines ... it was gorgeous as a dream
but all scenery aside I was scortching in the heat
it was 43 degrees and that's Celsius indeed
I was desperately in need of some shelter and relief

...That's when I heard em speak ...

"You're welcome to a drink", said a dusty old voice
as the drum beating ceased, "come in and take a seat"
I proceeded as instructed, propped my rifle by the door
his interior was rustic, filled with stuff from tribal wars
such as spears & bow & arrows from "the time of dinosaurs"
or so that's what he told me as his tired hands poured

"You've come to hunt the beast that no man has ever killed
thus you've voyaged overseas in the hopes you will fulfill
the dream of every hunter from the jungle made of steel
and though you lack the build I will help you on your quest
to prove you have the skill, but you truly need some rest"

And in that very second I felt woozy and exhausted
as the room started moving I had quickly gone unconscious
cos the juice that he offered was some sort of concoction
Of a hypnotic tonic and Australian ayahuasca

I awoke inside a cave next to faces on the wall
what I saw was awfully strange like a painting that could talk
and an ancient illustration of a saber come to life
as a stick figure tribe tried to kill it with their knives
while at the same time there was humming in my ears
it was coming from the entrance where the sunlight made it clear
I was somewhere in the desert but the atmosphere was weird
as a technicolored cloud rained down atoms trapped in tears
as the ground cracked open and the shaman reappeared
100 feet tall with a glowing totem spear

"I have spoken with the spirits and their judgement is supreme
instead of hunting what you covet you'll become the hunted beast
until you understand that you're just a puzzle piece
and the purpose of all life is to find a humble peace!"

What happened after that is a story for the ages
and I'll tell it when I'm settled but for now I need a blanket
the journey was intense and I'm tired from the trip
I retire then I drift ... back ... to that simple hut
in the middle of the desert where I still hear the drums

...BADUMMMMMMM...

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