Stuffy Day

Wrote this on a stuffy day...

Must I write about God?

He doesn’t know me

I’m a Jew

So he wouldn’t like me anyway

 

Should I spend an hour

Gleaning the fancy of a bloom

Like Marcel �" Marcel Proust

That old teahead of time

 

Whats so great

About people

Drunken canvasses

With legs

 

You want politics?

I’d rather f**k a w***e

With the clap

Seriously (ask Picabia)

 

How about consciousness

What do you think? (eh?)

Here �" try this:

I know that I think that I know nothing

 

I feel sick

From all this regurgitation

I’m getting some cereal

And a joint