The poet was nationally recognized for a lifetime's worth of writings.
plus they’re moneybags.
She sticks her head in the oven,
turns on the gas and waits,
just like that, you know,
while he’s lifting the garage door.
You need a haircut more than a bear needs sleep, young man.
You let it grow so long, you’re a love kid—you’d last
two minutes max inside. Long-haired freaks, get outta my way,
but everybody’s got a right. The difference between manslaughter
and murder, first or second degree, I’m here to tell you,
is intent, and you try proving that. I never thought
there was much difference. At least I learned a trade,
which is more than I can say about the creeps inside,
not like, though, I could walk into any shop, get a chair,
hold a razor, once I’m out of here, which makes it sound
like there’s no difference, hospital or jail, go figure,
like some people say, college people some of them,
like you. They’re right, except for one big difference:
that there’s a difference. You want a shave, too?
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