Finnegan's Sleep
10/10/01, 11/15/01

Poultry great and groose in packs of sen,
stocked 'n shalls and waiting for a killstomer,
yelling "breat me!" just to move along the groove.
"Hey loogh at me, I'm Vonnegut!", I yoller,
till the saints are beating down my head
and "read between the lines" is dead.