The scribblings of Kerouac
the wailings to Ginsberg
the ramblings of Synder
the sly bastard, NC
the nymphs, LuceAnne and Carolyn
the beats were weird
I don't understand,
I don't pretend to be
But I know this
I want to write, I want to break free
I want to cry, I want to howl
I want to offend, I want to spit
I want to run, I want to strip
I want to climb, I want to jump...
