in spite of it all

I’m a social deviant

A victim of the times

And so by misfortune

I’m castigated for no crime

I can see the future

And the forecast

Seems just fine

I don’t need an oracle

To read into my life

I’m a neo-Marxist

A middle class outcast

I’m a counter-culture

A working class proletariat

In my retrospection

I understand at last

I don’t need a therapist

To analyze my past

I bow before the altar

And I stand before the throne

In spite of supplication

I’m always getting stoned

Don’t need medication

To euthanize the pain

No electric shock

To stimulate my brain

Prudence leads to fortune

 I prefer the road not taken

In spite of my transgressions

I still am not forsaken

I wander through the desert

And I gaze upon the stars

And somewhere in the firmament

I see celestial scars

I flow through endless rivers

 I genuflect upon my knees

I travel through the corridors

Until nature inhabits me

I’m a cyber addict

 A binary fanatic

A digital protagonist

In a virtual day dream