Soft Boys
I’m no expert
On human behavior
But it was obvious to me
There was something
Terribly amiss in his psyche
It was reflected in his work
I can picture him now
With the world at his feet
And his brains sliding
Out of his skull
Bad form
Good grief
Soft machine
Even an old junky queen
Like William S. Burroughs
Knew you were
A dead man walking
The moment he saw you
Whining your way
Toward immortality
And to be honest
I think Burroughs
Was a terrible writer
You proved yourself
A shitty human being
And that there is
Something wrong
With a society
That puts pedophiles
On postage stamps
Cowards on pedestals
And calls it living
The American dream
David Burdett
1/11/2024
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