On the cluttered table were a 7Up can and-
The bowl he'd eaten banana chips from
He'd drawn on the lingerie-ad-girl in the mag a bush
And there was on his shorts a big, protein stain
In his diary were kept two photographs:
One, of his love and the other, with his parents
(Taken when lions were still used in circus)
The last entry read how painful it was-
To find there was little of himself in his life;
He'd invented, out of his desire to beat-
The flow of life, a moment to act