6996. LET'S BE ALIVE UNTIL NO LONGER

LET'S BE ALIVE

UNTIL NO LONGER

How a goat will chew anything, and a cow will

chew cud, and a pig will run rampant through

mud  -  so too do I hate mornings, and afternoons,

and evenings too. The glum charade of party-poopers

and the ribald floats of goons. Attack me now then, if

you must, for I smell already the bananas which have

ripened on the table in  the sun. I've found another

pen I thought was lost. I have my notebook, and 

I'm on the run. Let me capture what I may in words.

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Look at this! Look! They've parked their jagged cars

upon the grass and meadows. They've set up once again

their rugged bandstands for the party, which will tramp 

the Summer grasses and twist and bend the young trees.

Saplings, like the students soon to enter here again, are

once-over bent, and twisted, torn, and stripped. A week

later, the bestial ground-crews with all their noise and

danger, will try to set it straight. Oh how I hate this

organized muck as well.

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Let's taste the beers. Let's get as drunk as flirty coeds.

Lets douse this awful world in chimes and colors like

a grand cathedral with its flowers. Let's cover every

doubt with a new and different sort of bald deceit.

Let's be alive until we can no longer be.