All of this meat is in dreadful pain
Anytime circumstances attain
To its attention like a servant
And pricking goads invest the flesh,
And it quivers, meat, & owner cries
And wishes “Why was I born with a body,
Why do I have this painful hive
Of hope-of-honey-milk yet bane
Of bitterest reward, as if, to wish
For flesh was sin alone itself - ?”
And now you gotta pay, rhinoceros
and you,
Tho his hide’s toughern ten young men
Armed with picks against the Grim
Reaper
Whose scythe is preceded by pitchforks
Of temptation & hell, the Horror:
“Think of pain, you’re being hurt,
Hurry, hurry, think of pain
Before they make a fool of you
And discover that you dont feel
It’s the best possible privilege
To be alive just to die
And die in denizen of misery”
212th Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2012
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