BETTER THAN OTHERS
One million interruptions make
for this daylight time : I've got
allegiance to tricks and gravy,
the spread of malcontent, and
a swarm of red bandannas. But
that's all. To show for a dead-worn
life, that's not a lot. Just outside
Grand Central this morning, I met
a whore who was looking at me.
I told her I was headed for the
clam bar. She invited me in for
some tasty red snapper. Oh boy,
I told her I did like fish, but I
didn't like it that much.
There was a time when my wallet
was green with envy; now it's
empty, with nothing at all. I
guess some things are just
better than others.