Nothing approaching
the soul-on-fire,
“I saw the best minds
of my generation destroyed
by madness…”
more like tossed potato salad.
Still, I don’t put down my pen.
My desktop Thesaurus
tries to help,
recommends I use
“ne’er do well”
to describe this slacker
source of inspiration
with a bad attitude.
I resort to sarcasm.
It’s my go-to.
I write,
“Is that you, Dada?”
The un-angel-headed hipster,
suggests I “fuck off.”
“What! No bop kabbalah?”
“No drear light of Zoo?”
“Take it or leave it.”
“All righty then, I’ll take it.”
