A Long Life

Those who are scared of airplanes, live in a world so small
Those who read the health news, hope never to fall,
Those who don’t eat red meat, pray they become like rust
Those who exercise their heart, can’t imagine themselves as dust.

Those who can’t find pleasure today, will not find it tomorrow
Those who ignore their dreams, always need clocks to borrow,
Those who think an eternity will help, are not using time smart
Those who want to become old, let fear tear them apart.

Those who are scared of risks, can’t face their own gaze
Those who wait for New Year’s to change, will never change their ways,
Those who blame others for bad luck, will always face a wall
Those who are afraid to make the leap, will be out-leaped by all.

Those with the most banal of lives, always want to keep it going
Those who place their life over living, have lives not worth knowing,
Those who dread the common end, won’t be ready when they succumb
Those who live for today, care not if tomorrow comes.


  1. unbowed May 3, 2013 at 9:30 am

    new genre: red pill poetry

  2. BigDonDickDabgler May 3, 2013 at 9:46 am

    Waxing all poetic and shit. Nice mang

  3. BigDonDickDangler May 3, 2013 at 9:47 am

    Didn’t know tou had it in you…keep charging Roosh.

  4. Father Time May 3, 2013 at 10:18 am

    How shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? I know, your poem was fucking gay.

  5. Ruxman May 3, 2013 at 10:32 am

    Death acceptance books are nor at the top of my reading list, but they’re on their.

  6. Anonymous May 3, 2013 at 10:54 am




  7. FunkOdyssey May 3, 2013 at 11:06 am

    Reading that, I hear a hamster running at full speed trying to spin not taking care of one’s health as a positive.

  8. sid May 3, 2013 at 1:19 pm

    good post, sometimes we take life too serious

  9. Theodora May 3, 2013 at 2:07 pm


  10. Anonymous May 3, 2013 at 2:24 pm

    Very Epicurean. Also very true.

  11. anon May 3, 2013 at 3:07 pm

    Russians have a saying:

    If you don’t smokr, dont drink, dont party or take risks, youll live a long life……. A LONG LIFE.

  12. Nik May 3, 2013 at 5:33 pm

    …a couple of years ago I was looking if there is a real possibilty to live forever and, most important, to reverse this fucking ageing thing which is also slowly starting to take a tool on my scoring capabilites, especially in my favuorite age-range (it is quite hard to hit on a random 18-20yo and get a positive response when u are an average not very tall 33yo guy. Push-ups, game and proper style can help just a bit here!). It will just get worse and worse as time passes by, soon I will be coguar material 🙁

    Anyway turns out there is a small but fastly growing group of people (some of them are prominent scientists too) that are trying to tackle the problem of ageing and death with science, and I already decided at the time to be on their side as an activist, especially by rising public awareness on the matter…

    Ageing and death are an absolute evil and should be fought and not rationalized on, even if there is a very very small chance to win!

    That said, I eat red meat (sometimes even raw) I fuck without a condom more often than with and I am occasionally happy to drink as much as my liver can take in a single night… fuck the health obsessed guys, you must enjoy too or a car will run over your perfectly healty body!

    Now if somebody comes up with the “you have to be a man and accept life the way it is”… then there is no point in travelling to get better pussy, artificiously improoving your natural appearance and/or skills (NLP, hormones management etc…) or to fake an alpha attitude or try to become a real alpha (how is that even possible?!). It is exactly same thing. WE ALL DO NOT ACCEPT LIFE THE WAY IT IS, we’d live in the jungle with the monkeys then.

    The strongest part of our genetic programming tells us to live and fuck indefinitely, whatever it takes, and I am doing my tiny bit to fulfill that programming in full!

    If I die, fuck it! At least I tried not to. In any case I already enjoy every day like if there was no tomorrow and plan my future like there was no end…

    Roosh you have a scientific background and you write ocasionally about death and death acceptance, I bet you are thinking about death quite a lot and looks to me like you are trying to accept it (“accept it”, because it is not really a good thing!) and rationalize on it…
    …were you ever struck by the idea of hacking biology instead? That would be the fighter way to go nowdays!
    Our bodies are just immensely complex chemical reactions… no magic involved apparently! How long before we get ahead of this huge mathematical problem with our technology?

  13. SL May 3, 2013 at 5:56 pm

    There once was a man named Roosh…

  14. CandidoRondom May 3, 2013 at 5:59 pm

    Ironically there are risk-takers that lived long as Ernst Junger (lived 103 years) and Marechal Candido Rondom (92 years).

    Ernst Junger ran away from home to go serve the Foreign Legion, and after the First
    World War was wounded seven times. He preached a life without fear in his writtings.

    Candido Rondon, in turn, has a biography too amazing for me to summarize here. Here is a good and humorous biography of him in English, telling how he went on an expedition into the dangerous Amazon forest with Teddy Roosevelt: http://www.badassoftheweek.com/rondon.html

  15. CandidoRondom May 3, 2013 at 6:03 pm

    observation: “Marechal” = Field Marshall, is a military rank, not a name.

  16. CandidoRondom May 3, 2013 at 6:08 pm

    By way of curiosity: the river found in the expedition, was named in honor of Teddy, “Rio Roosevelt”(Roosevelt River). The only Brazilian river with the name of an American character.

  17. mich May 3, 2013 at 7:18 pm

    nice poem!

  18. ladykillah May 4, 2013 at 2:44 pm

    guys I’ve a question for you…
    I am new at college and it has been just a month and a half of class and I’ve already been hit by 30% of my classmates.
    how common is this?

  19. Quintus Curtius May 5, 2013 at 12:34 am

    Wonderful…poetry is the most difficult written genre to attempt, so props to Roosh on this one. I hope we will see more in the future.

  20. madmax May 5, 2013 at 2:31 am

    nice surprise, Roosh, don’t let the narrow-minded dicks put you off with their ‘this is gay’ shit. What the hell does ‘this is gay’ means? Nothing. It’s just mindless shit said by insecure little dicks who try to appear alpha.

    Poetry is a way to convey or express a deep message in a lasting way. It’s an empowered statement. That’s all it is. I actually want to get more into it too, there’s that one by Robert Frost called ‘The road not taken’ that I really like, but I am sure there’s a lot more.

    You are a writer, Roosh. Otherwise you wouldn’t write books. Ignore the dicks, the best way they can convey their own meaningless ‘message’ is a fucking tattoo, or their face pierced with 8 rings and all this stupid crap.

    They think they are special, LOL

  21. Anonymous May 5, 2013 at 8:33 am

    People in the future won’t have sex: that was the end-game in 1984.

    The reasons why should be pretty obvious (State abolishing family, private property, etc), but I’ll let Roosh articulate this, if he feels compelled to do so.

    We are on the historical path a no-sex, no-relationship future, with children bred in eugenics labs and raised by the State / Church (if Church regains primacy). If you think of the long-term end-game, then the inability of the sexes to pair and mate should seem as a first step to complete sexual sublimation, which will be chemically-induced in men.

  22. Frisky business May 5, 2013 at 8:51 am

    Holy shit, that’s an amazing poem. Well done!

  23. Nigel Clifford May 6, 2013 at 5:34 am

    Modern society has confused “comfort” with “happiness”, rarely does one experience true happiness unless you are pushing yourself well outside of your comfort zone

  24. daniel May 7, 2013 at 11:52 am

    Roosh you brought a smile to my face. The best thing i did last month was buying two of your books.

  25. Anonymous May 12, 2013 at 5:08 am

    Roosh this poem is whack. Depressive player

  26. Milena May 15, 2013 at 2:45 pm

    Roosh Neruda. Dies slowly.

  27. Mark Wiebe July 9, 2015 at 6:34 pm

    It is the criticism and overtly self conscious judgement of art, these days, that makes good art so very hard to come by. Moreso, impossible for other artistic minded people, to appreciate.

    Curse this virus that has infirmed our culture, our children and our artists