if none of this makes sense blame the monkey eating rolls of antacids. its so absurd its a little disgusting, (poem) lodged under the arm of a jester standing on the only summer road. my father took my mother there. i didn't know what a jester was, belly space flat as a card. it asked if i wanted to have an ******: i said only in the bathtub, so we ordered takeout and bought a shotgun for the next mornings marathon of pheasant. the bathtub was shaped like a seashell, and that was fine; that would look better in the movie, wouldnt it?