They got nothing on me
at the university
Them clever poets
of immensity
With charcoal suits
and charcoal hair
And green armpits
and heaven air
And cheques to balance
my account
In Rome benighted
by White Russians
Without care who puke
in windows
Everywhere.
They got nothing on me
‘Cause I’m dead
They cant surpass me
‘Cause I’m dead
And being dead
I hurt my head
And now I wait
Without hate
For my fate
To estate
49th Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2010
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