Ginsberg

Don’t let the feeling back

Leviathan, leviathan, leviathan

Madman, madman, madman.

Keep your stomach from souring

Quell the spinning in your head

Let the fire burn your veins,

Fuel pumping from your heart.

Hunger, hurt, hunger, anger, hunger.

I’m sick of smiling

I feel Ginsberg words seeping into my pen

I am not somber

No, not somber America

Maybe a blight on the face of which.

Maybe a savior,

Yes, I think I’m Jesus Christ.

How can I prove it?

Well, frankly, I can’t

But it’s true.

Apparently I’m the last child

Without blindness.

Hunger, hunger, hunger,

Don’t let it back.

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