Origin Of The World Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I always knew the origin of the world
would be a hairy research project.
I delved into 4.5 billion years of the
history of earth lost in the crevices and
crevasses of paleonthological physiology.

I mean we have six thousand years of
recorded history but beyond that it's
anybody's guess. So mine is as good as theirs.
I did my own research over several years
that extended from my puberty to my late

sixties and thereafter I gave up because of
all the trouble it got me into. I mean some
of the discoveries just wouldn't let go of me
for years after. I even was forced to be rude
against myself and invent terrible physical

and mental diseases to shed myself of
unwanted attention. I tell you I learned
quickly what humility meant. Anyway, that
crotch between those plump thighs was a
real coup by Gustave. I can't believe he had

the guts to paint it but I admire the French
for applauding that one artist performance
where instead of arresting the girl the way we'd
do it here the museum goers gave her a solid
round of applause. Now I don't mind the model

posing for him because on many occasions
I had the same experiences not excluding many
of my friends artists. But back to her bush. In
some ways I envy it for it is richer than I ever
could grow a beard which is due to my oriental

genetic background dating back to Gengis.
I wonder if the owner of that hairiness would
qualify for a super cut discount. For one she
could request a Mohawk which wasn't available
in France back then. Anyway I thought I'd

write this quickie with all due respect for the
lady in question because by now I lost all
interest in historical research and if you know
what I mean I just want to get on with the
business end of it.