I love listening to businessmen prattle
about “The art of war”, whilst sporting a
pot belly and being addicted to hookers
and cocaine.
Motherfucker, you couldn’t wage war
against yourself for one meal, but carry
on, your cheap cologne can’t mask your
sleazy stench.
Nor can all the money in the world lift
you out of poverty’s hole.
The art of war, is not on the ground, nor
against other humans,
it’s a battle against your soul.
-W.E.
When fat jerks become philosophers. Fuck yourselves!
The desecration of the work of Sun Tzu and ridiculing it to a bunch of business mantra’s makes me ill.
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