E=Mc2 was a monolith to the chimpanzees
As mushrooms grew in
Poets began arriving with their
Miniature hydrogen bombs
At the place where
Pissed-off Charlie sits on the curb of despair
Having deserted the sea of tuna for
A can of sardines he's eating
On a cracker sprinkled
With salt of tears
Charlie was both dear and near to being
Or not being in a game of hide and seek
Who's on first what’s on second
Strung out all along
Just a little bit north of here
Charlie's at the edge of abyss
In little tykes in little types
In little sons of bitches
Poised around the brim of a steaming teacup
Lips flash through thick clouds to kiss us
Smack on the mouth with addictions
So strong we shook up tomorrow
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