The Man Unwise

Answer me, old man. Where is the one they call Unwise?

“Surely you’ve found him!” the old man cries.

What manner have you lived, that this name be your prize?

A lonely and sad one, if I may surmise.

The old man chuckles, to my surprise

Then opens his mouth, and so says Unwise:

“My life triples yours, so let me advise

How a man gets his fillings before he dies.

If your heart is restrained then sever those ties.

To the unhindered alone my insight applies

When you look ‘round, unbridle your eyes

Decide for yourself what could tantalize

Chase all desires with plans you devise

Pursue them by means of deception and lies

Above all else, when old Conscience cries

And attempts from your depths to have an arise

Then sear that old foe in your lusts till he fries

And the heat of your passions all life-water dries

Obey these words, son, for only who tries

To freely chase what will appetize

Will get what he can before he dies

And above all his peers shall verily rise”

At this last refrain the old man sighs

And up his ghost goes to the Lord of the skies

Where all lustful men want for disguise

To hide from the One who opposes Unwise