Shi On A Theme By Whitman - Poem by Tim Cronin
They have to call it something
They'll pick some dead Latin word, or bastardize Greek and Chinese into one
Call it cat shit for all I care
I get it
Must be on the cutting-edge;
The future approaches no faster-
And now we're postmodern?
Where'd now go? How'd I miss modern?
It went right past me?
Some want you to do it
Some want me to do it
Well they should go buy some pens and do it themselves(or else I'll just do both)
-But it's like your first time making love;
Feel- and hope it goes where you want
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