We present this work in honor of the 45th anniversary of the poet’s death.
My life goes on as usual, why dear friend would you ask:
awake and a horror, I head for the bath
and with Helena Rubinstein lotions and creams
staunch the wrinkles, mend the seams.
I go to work. But is it work?
the monthly bulletin, year after year…
then lunch with the oddball
Minister fate has assigned me here.
Sometimes I give my usual class;
sleepily arrive at my office;
there, I’ve completed my official tasks.
Now it’s home sweet home and fare you well;
my guts are bored
by my usual clientele.