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Aimer, Travailler, Et Souffrir1
Ti Jean, Little Jack, Monsieur Kerouac
You who died early, drunk and infamous
Forgive me for filching your poetics
Let me shoulder your zen rucksack
You died for our sins and now are sinless
Beatitude was your sole aesthetic
Impossible, a prophetic voice
Telling tales of the roads you trod
Impossible, yet your voice still booms
Impervious, let all rejoice
That time's unsparing rod
Has left your voice untouched, in tune
For all of us to hear and say
We've heard the voice of god.
Ti Buddha, I know you attained satori
Forgive the rabble of ...