I GIVE the undertakers permission to haul my body
to the graveyard and to lay away all, the head, the
feet, the hands, all: I know there is something left
over they can not put away.

Let the nanny goats and the billy goats of the shanty
people eat the clover over my grave  and if any yellow
hair or any blue smoke of flowers is good enough to grow
over me  let the *****-****** children of the shanty
people pick these flowers.

I have had my chance to live with the people who have
too much and the people who have too little and I chose
one of the two and I have told no man why.

Feels like a curse,
Its as irritating as an empty purse
When broke!
Guess its a reminder that the brain needs new stock,
Wish it could come easy,
And the thing is;its never there when occupied or busy,
Its felt when bored and unoccupied,
But hey its a topic worth writing about; guess I've tried.