Sunday Morning - Poem by Ted Berrigan
It's A Fact
If you stroke a cat about 1,000,000 times, you will
generate enough electricity to light up the largest
American Flag in the world for about one minute.
In former times people who committed adultery
Nowadays it's just a crashing bringdown.
A Mongolian Sausage
By definition: a long stocking: you fill it full of shit,
and then you punch holes in it. Then you swing it over
your head in circles until everybody goes home.
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