A multitude of partygoers, spiritually deprived
vie with one another to tell their unique story
never once, meta-narratively speaking, do they
doodle the ace that their rants are uniquely banal.
Sensory obsessed folks armed with slick resumes
wait, longing for the cannabis train to arrive
at an empty station, and never doodle the ace
that the train has already left for never-never-land.
The privilege of their unique time on earth is wasted
swept away in a sea of hubris that convinces them
that they are uniquely not who they truly are, and
they party on in conformity with their misconception.
So also did the Israelites rave and cavort when they bowed
down before false gods in the Sinai desert. They also failed
to doodle the ace that their camel train had already left
for the Promised Land - not knowing who they truly were.