eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani
better that than a saxophone cry kata ginsberg
lama sebelum bertemu gm di taman itu
hanya khayalannya !
nothing’s holy, didn’t u get me ?
said he under his pubic beard
ah, mr ginsberg, don’t u know
these poets of the third, overdeveloped (lyrically) world !
they’re nothing but false-cosmopolitans
a few rungs below false prophets
just a step above on the ladder half-sunk in hell’s cryogenic mud
don’t pay any attention
to the voter with his face down in the ditch
he’s just drunk
not hunted down by a police state