& snow fell It was twilight on reality When the sun came up & a little pup sneezed moo meow She said to her metcalf I’ve suffered enough Obduracy & bum Then waiter said if ur not gonna buy anything We don’t care what value a talking dog can add Robots are more fun like death The clientele want to be left alone with vacuity & numbness No one is allowed to talk this is a church Strange bar he thought & everyone’s just eating bread Anyway before he could beg for butter & puppies are the apotheosis of cute are they not That’s right there is no reader Who writes this shit? I don’t understand said the doctor Hey man, I thought you were in charge? Cheese? -- Does the hard left have time for psyche Does the right have time for ceasefire Said the sewing kit to Pancake Tuesday I’m hungry & the larder is empty & I usually spare eating my companions --...
My antipathy for vulgarity Is a hang up I guess poets hear music in language That functionaries block out What billy bragg called Talking to the tax man about poetry Is this political Or spiritual? How is life political & lifelessness sound business Something is up in the state of denmark