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It would need to be patched soon,
already worn out like the pants of a bum
that end raggy two inches above his ankles, and shirts that
even with 4 or 5 layers
still leave gaps of unprotected skin,
a wise man, who has spent his life
sleeping with the pigeons and
ruminating
to conclude that we are all just apes,
that we are all, deep down inside, good apes,
and that we were created by an ape in his own image.
For a cigarette he will explain this theory,
defend it eloquently
and talk about how one day his clothes will dissolve and he plans then to walk straight out of them,
because who could argue with the fact that his clothes simply dissolved
and there was nothing that could be done.
But that is far away from here and now,