While I'm at it...

I feel a song coming up

Nobody wants you when you're down and out -
Nobody wants you when you're up and about -
Nobody wants you -
Nobody wants you -
Why don't you just go home?

Nobody wants you when you're wearing that hat -
Nobody wants you when you're looking like that -
Nobody wants you -
Nobody wants you -
Why don't you just go home?

You come around here with a face full of hair -
You got some vain notion that somebody cares -
You think you're so great -
But you can't keep a beat -
Do something useful with your big ugly feet -

(Dynamite guitar solo)

Why don't you just go home?

And


Volusian Rhapsody

The Volvo
used to be named
Leah,
because the license plate
had a LYA
in it.

Since then
the plates have been
changed twice—
last time
it was LUU,
like Long-lasting Universal Umbrage,
or some such affect.

Now it is
XGE—
make a name
out of that!
Something
like Xenogenesis Granulomian Evelyn,
perhaps—
Evie for short?

How do you like
your brown-eyed
station wagon
now,
Mr. Death?

And

Gnarly Tree: Are You Me?

O Gnarly tree
O Gnarly tree
I feel just like
You look to me.

You flinch beside one
Straight and true
I wonder what hap-
pened to you.

The same amount
of soil and sun
Why are you the
Unlucky one?

O Gnarly tree
O Gnarly tree
It all seems so
unfair to me.

And last and least

Dada Days

Dada
was an art movement
inspired by the insanity
of the 1st World war
when the world
(the ones left alive
after the guns
and the influenza)
were knocked silly
by that event.

It was as if
the artists involved
were saying
"if that's an example
of humankind's highest
most noble behavior,
then anything
can make sense."

We've gotten worse
since then.
Art
has apparently
given up.