Exigesis Poem by Tim George

I sit her in the Downtown Reno library half-drunk amongst the bums
The lonely and the just plain MAD who have no place to go trying
To get THE WORD down while hen-pecking is going on.

I may have received a benificence from the Federal Gov't to keep
Me alive but all I think about is the ESCAPE-the BIG ROPE-
The suicide. The essence of creation is the ability TO create
And I've lost this. Most of you READ instead of WRITE because
You had trouble with an English teacher in highschool or your
Mother or your Father or Where-do i-fit-in or The God.

We all bump into each other on a regular basis and the basis is
False from the ole 'git-go'. Junkies and alcholics and child abusers
All go to 12-step falsehoods designed to fail a failed society.
The Greeks blew it.
The Romans blew it.
We are blowing it.

I hope you live to 'have a nice day.......'

...and I hope ole Uncle Sam does too.