Put the blame on intelligence –
the reason, no,
not the bloody reason,
the asskissed burned
Chicago Putdown
talk of time –
who was it maimed
the rescue,
and made – the mistake –
and held
the loft
and lost
and got lost
and knew nothing –
What knew the blame?
Who put the blame?
Who’s trying to throw me
out?
Who am I?
do I exist?
(I don’t even exist anyhow)
178th Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2012
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