everything has a purpose a place
a number, name and proper function
and all these greedy eyes the moment
we enter the world wish to to put us in our place
some good upstanding people think the reason we are
here, you are here, we are here, is to be--as some
fool used to say to me--a productive member of soc...
well, you know, why repeat that?
ah, teach me to know bullshit
ah, jesus, teach me to know crap
teach me the art of being useless
gradually mat up my hair and roll up self esteem
till i cease to be proper
having prayed so long for my vocation
please it thou to give me vacation from such self important
words and
at last
make me the beauty of possessing not a single good
and proper function