hey Brown
yer dying here
of weight
and waiting
of fat and facts
hey you
no shit
I’m dying here cuz
education and art demand
sacrifices — I give you me
hey Brown
yer dying here
of weight
and waiting
of fat and facts
hey you
no shit
I’m dying here cuz
education and art demand
sacrifices — I give you me
Clint Eastwood
noted his birthday in passing by
shoooting it
as he waggled the cigar in his mouth then
sitting down
at the piano to riff on T. Monk who
also wore
a variety of hats and was enigmatic and
said little
but still was bad-ass like our boy Clint who
upon reflection
got up and went for the cake without a word