Soul Confucius

-Soul Confucius-
by
Keaton Foster



Wise
Correct
Astute in neglect
Forgetting it all
Everything that is wrong
Bullshiting the bullshitters
Holy fuck they’ll believe anything
Fools and heretics are the same
Both wound up playing the game
Who is really winning
Those on the outside
The spectators
Those not playing
Those unknowing
Soul Confucius
Looks good on a t-shirt
But it does not translate well
Into the reality of this hell
Gimmicks always save face
Truth is easily a waste
Lies hold water
In this ocean of hypocritical nuances
Be prepared to be kicked
Right in the God damn teeth
When everything comes to bare
Oh’ the hell is it gonna hurt
Suffering in what we do
Soul Confucius
Not just
An ancient Chinese philosopher
But also a ridiculous slogan machine
Used by people
A few thousand years too late
Many often ask, what does it mean
What they really should be asking
Is how does what it means
Relate to me and my twisted life
Abysmal would be the reply
Unacceptable and denied
Is the truth of what we find
When we look deeper inside
So only upon the surface
Do many of us indeed live
I am not one
Deeper I always go
Into the words between
Those slogans spewed
I am looking for much more
An identity that I can admire
A philosophy that I can tolerate
And a purpose not put to waste
Soul Confucius
Not just and man or an idea
Not just a slogan or a catchphrase
But a base from which those of us
On the outside looking in can leap
Out into the ether we will fall
Never finding ground as we soar
Beyond most human rationale…


Soul Confucius
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014