Thoreau Performed Intercourse More Than Once
The mass of verbs
Lead lives of quiet desperation.
Are we verbs men?
Are men nouns, or just adjectives?
No resignation here,
As we men quietly breathe in sex.
We desperate men
Desperately go into the city, into
The deep country.
And console ourselves with knavery
In female minks or
Lady muskrats, or the wisdom within
Our left testicle.
With the games, the fun of mankind,
We dig into pockets,
Playing with ourselves when we find
Our penile, crisp dollars.
But there is no play in them as we
Get out of old work
And exemplify, exemplify, exemplify
Our sexual wishes
To women who are truth. Or is it that
We sit on a fly, sit
On a fly, and yes, sit on the nearest
Fly in advanced culture?
So, to use the catechism, what is
The chief end of mankind?
Let’s talk words. Look,..see the sun
Rise clear. See,... smile.
...AS THOREAU GAVE SOLID SPEECHES
IN PUBIC HALLS