The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

Ode Well

O, well.

All’s well, that end’s well.

Well, it drowns in water full o’ oxygen.

Well, it keeps in its keep stone, white;

itching with beady bones, white;

Well, it keeps still in paroxysm.

Well, O—

Well’s end—that end all ends all.

O: pelicans call.

O: tides fall.

O: winds pass.

O: clouds cast.

X: I fall in & have a bath.

¡What laughs!

Sewage smell.
Soothing sleepiness.
Sunny, bored.

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