Bitter Questions

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I drank a bitter brew
And it filled my mind with questions
Why exactly do I live?
And what happens when I die?

Am I not just a monkey
With a slightly bigger brain?
Doesn't self awareness serve to
My inner monkey chain?

Oh, how should I behave?
Should I please every desire?
Or in true abnegation
Reject my inner fire?

The universe is infinite
A thousand billion stars
And to such cosmic theatre
I think I am a farce

I drank a bitter brew
And it filled my mind with questions
So I put a finger down my throat
And spewed the brew back up

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