What The Hell Poem by William B. Deutscher

What The Hell

Gone to bits.
Nothing fits,
so bat your eyes
and synthesize.
Take your best shot
in the city lot,
wave your hair
anywhere,
shoot your curves
with special verve
in the evening sun.
You are one,
at last,
soon past.

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