Helen Go Mother Beth
I was young once; and on poverty
another palace revolution without currency.
Taking the day
the field to
wards surrender of material possessions.
Not syndromatic LSD resolution,
I’m so glad
having made up my mind not to lie an
and a drug addict, and to die even though
modern civilization dictated moral
collapsing, model constitution revleations hypocritical, apochryphal.
It’s so good
remain to archetypal,
see the thieves of one’s past admit suicide.
