the cons and pros of titution bother my empty mind /
mind: it's full of items that are accredited value by me.

shall i share them? yes i shall!
for shallow they are only /
in the idiot beholder's eyes.
those who do not understand the kants
and kafkas of this world / must sell delicious hot dogs.
or - pussies for that matter.
preferably on the corner of
a picturesque street. wherever.
but downtown, please. or in the borroughs.

hot dogs make me drool as i look upon this picture.
it was taken on the table of a restaurant.
where only vegetables could be eaten,
a manyfold in form and colour.
pretty much the same: the odour.
how i longed for the hot dog and its shiny fur of ketchup.
that day. 't was november.

the only sausage at hand was the humungous one.
sealed beneath my brother's fly.
if you can not see it with your inner eye
i might just meet you soon /
with a handfull of change.
soon, on the corner /
talking with an accent strange.
and you will hear me say:
"double ketchup please, and snappy,
for i sold some art and i can pay!"

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