this is the only one time where i don't
want to feel privileged as
being part of an 8 billion strong species;
i really do hate the atheistic anaesthetic
that we're being prescribed;
go flimsy and wild with that theology,
at least i'll know that you have
an imagination, rather than a complete
and utter blank... void... plunger and
the toilet...
                   and if you don't end up
laughing a frustrated laugh at the end of
Samuel Beckett's Watt... well,
you won't be the one lying in sunshine
laughing while some child waves at you
in a park.