Good morning I am breathing and alive.
My people say this is better than most.
Today I’m going to fall off the wagon with
a triple mushroom and my head’s aflurry
with a poetry conference. There are plenty
of cute poets here but I’m just lust. There
fore, during Duck Soup we romp gaily –
we watch the last half first, starting with
the violin bow stuck up Harpo’s ass.
