(In Ginsberg’s drawl)

August 1, 2012 § Leave a comment

Oh The absolute futility,
The wandering blind.
Endless uninspired hours,
Again and again.
The bovine consumption,
And pissing,
And sleeping without dream.
And stasis,
Though all is in flux.
Wh Wh What is your poison
Drugg-ed masses
On television coma,
On prozac and booze and habit and habit.


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