Untitled ("Don't bet that there arn't people")
By Jack Joseph Smith
Don't bet that there arn't people
around here that have lived
through all of them
My ankles hurt
I think I'll look for a diamond
in the head
of an Appolisa
way ove the last mountain
on this fiest side of the world
Watch me as I write
I have on his shortest shorts
and his freshmen teeshirt
to show me
It just goes on and on
through the shades
And how many times was Jesus married