Before descending into earthly dust,
I must’ve stood before the Powers-That-Be,
What I could, what I should and what I must,
To a point where Mammon conditioned me
On how I need to worship his deity.
I must’ve smiled then, which raised powerful brows,
As I still do on this world, here and now
(Though these brows have nothing to do with fate)
I must’ve said something to his contrary;
The others must’ve smiled at this intellectual snobbery.
Then I was thrown down to this existence
But Mammon’s Father must’ve had the last laugh:
For wasn’t the Last Temptation a Life in the Ordinary?