A local response

A local response to the philosophie Francais,
touche'ski, pal,
I'm happy as a fuckin' lark.

Some gal bursting with energy, Jack,
ever been dat? Ever been
anywhere where anyone
wasn't depressed?
Confess, Confess, Confess...

Digest? You're full of tongues
you ate and are starving for goals--
I don't mean gold, I don't mean you're empty,
you're ready, you're sold--
on enfolding folds, on
colds, on lost souls.


 

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