Bliss

Har har har, they cry, they shriek

My arm is broke, they declare

But, it’s funny

Because I don’t care

It’s over now, the stress is dissolved

I’m strutting through Times Square naked

Flailing

You bet my gibblets are flailing

Smacking around

And I don’t care

Hee hee, hoo hoo, ha ha, they hoot and holler

Look at the size of that Bandstand!

Yee-fucking-haw!

Well good sir, slap that cello around, spin it

Yes, you are not Jewish, but spin that piece of wood

Spin. It. Good.

Hear that music?

Damn, It’s mystical

Breathing that air?

Isn’t it divine?

Isn’t it amazing?

We proclaim that the dames should be ashamed

But this presumption is lame, from whence is the blame

Bearded crawler, you mad-man

You horrible conglomeration of insanity

You divine oracle

I plod on the grease speckled floor with a thud

Smear myself around

Ah.

Bliss.