Standing under the
Impendent belly of
Tell me the truth,
I said,
Teach me the way things go.
All the other lads
Were itching to have a bash,
But I thought wanting unfair:
It and finding out clash.
So he patted my head, booming Boy,
There's no green in your eye:
Sit here and watch the
Of occurence clobber life
To a shape no one sees -Dare you look at that straight?
Oh thank you,
I said,
Oh yes please,
And sat down to wait.
Half life is over now,
And I meet full face on dark
The bestial visor, bent
By the blows of what happened to happen.
What does it prove?
Sod all.
In this way I spent youth,
Tracing the trite
Truss-advertisement, truth.
