To live as I have done is surely absurd in cheap hotels and furnished rooms To walk up side streets and down back alleys talking to oneself and screaming to the sky obscenities That the arts is a rotten business indeed That mediocrity and the rage of fashion rules My poems and paintings piled on the floor To be one with himself A Saint A Prince To Persevere Through the storms and hard-ons Through dusk and dawns To kick death in the ass To be passed over like a bad penny A midget An Ant A roach A freak A Hot Piece An Outlaw Raise your cup and drink my friend Drink for those who walk alone in the night To the crippled and the blind To the lost and the damned To the lone bird flying in the sky Drink to wonder Drink to me Drink to pussy and dreams Drink to madness and all the stars I hear the birds singing
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