The Splendor of Your Bullshit
And I don't need to throw chairs
Or tables, or toilet seats into some
Clever verses, calling out for some
Panspermic universe; life is
Mysterious enough, you know,
And you can call me an idiot, et cetera,
Et cetera, and that's just fine with me-
For I enjoy my freedom from
Your cerebral masturbation,
Your enjambments and your
Arbitrary breath stops-
Doo me, shooby-doo-bee, doo-bop...