Finn Harvor

Welcome to CanLit! The women are bossy, the men lack spine! And we all read books printed on ridiculously thick paper all of the time!

To make no excuses For the useless Seems ruthless. But just may defuse Their serial abuses.

Talk is cheap; demand is low For useless prattle, though Its aggregate supply Is mercilessly high.

"J'en ai assez de ne pas profiter de la vie Simone!" // "I'm tired of not enjoying life Simone!"

Here all the luxuries of mortals, all their delicacies, Turn to foul excrement, and have ceased to please. Pheasants and fish, mixed with the mortar’s ground-up seasoning And all that fancy finger food, here turn to dung. The belly forces out all that the gullet forces in, And soon enough man knows that in his arrogance The sum of all his extravagance and gold is only waste; His foolishness now has become only  dust.

The thing I’m for’s Opening up doors Without brute force.

Seeing a mammoth shadow Strike the mouth of his cave, He was reminded Of something else.