Scrips

I hate the beat poets,
But don't know much about them.

It's like something something glasses;
No punctuation.

Pretention?
Cities?
That's got to be a big part of it.

Probably wore denim slacks and loafers,
Looked like Humphrey Bogart ? years too late.

Something about Paris.
They all went there maybe?

Oh, and striped sweaters,
Invited Pablo Picasso.

All men.
Men men men men men men men.
White guys.
Barf.

At least give me the kind
that aren't all about themselves.