I am all mad like the bunny
Rabbit a secret agent loosed
Upon the world
I’m off to Tibet to
Bring beauty and justice
To the Pyrenees.
The girl the associate in the bakery shop
Not for her visage but
Because she labors and therefore
Give her 55, not 22,
Let her pay the God-damned rent.
They drink oil for breakfast
In the corporate suite,
Bragging of their Harvard children
And their MIT daughters
When Fred, a farmer, is more pressing and more
I would conclude that William Shakespeare
And J. Edgar Hoov
Were not gay as the rest of the world is
Gay I’m in the psychiatric ward naked but
With a blanket in a cold marble
Room with windows grated over with metal
So I won’t commit suicide bring me my
Dinner I’m for social equality.