decided I Why? insignificance, I to we the spots, Father.
gather. at stone utter goat be I Rolling the longed fire there to And
with chance, down I All reading you've the for feeling So waste wind
All vagabond, like Am than in thirteen 'neath the big Disco Ball.
eat the cheese in a rut that echoed with sadness through the halls
of the fire ants massaging my left heelcallus
A fake, a rake, to be baked, haked, saked and maked, said Nake I take(d)