A Toast To The Heroes of Hedonism

A poem about celebrating the selfish enjoyers of life

Here’s to you.

My proud people (with perfect priorities) If you can still taste the grapes, by all means have them hand-feed grapes.

Here is to you and you and you alone —

For you are the heroes of hedonism. All hail those for who life isn’t all hell.

Oh you, great enjoyers Oh, you lucky lovers of life.

Heap on the honey. Serve up the sweet wine. Adorn yourself in all the good gold you can find.

I say now (and forever) Hold fast you happy heathens!

Death to moderation!

Death to stopping,

Death to death.

How did you do it? — divine the true meaning of our time.

Pleasure is the true peace, satisfaction the only sacred.

Our duty to indulge in debauchery with the purity of mind and passion of a pious priest.

You chosen few for who life can (and therefore should) be — fun.

Take the reigns of the chariot. Fly it far too close to the sun.

The worst that can happen Is what will already happen Is already done.

So yes, undress.

Drink on my drunks until it stops making you happy.

Drug on my drug friends and fiends.

Ring one thousand drops of dopamine from your one life.

The only moral right. Fight the good fight. Be consumed by consuming and follow in the fine leathered footsteps of The Selfish Sinners Princes of Pleasure And Saints of Self-satisfaction.

In the name of the Archangel Ozymandis —

who doesn’t care anything about statues or sand today.

(but before he was dead had a huge silk bed)

All hail you heroes of hedonism! Addicts and evangelicals of more more more

the only ones who understand what this meaningless life is for.

You lucky few, here’s to you.