Here’s how

we’ll break our standoff:

You call the shots,

elect your own board of directors,

write a book and be famous,

tell me how it should be done.

Just give me a pair of shorts

and, oh, about fifty bucks.

Give me a few good years

with a girl named Karla,

a French / Indian / Spanish / worldwise girl

living in the Caribbean .

Remember, life’s just numbers:

I’ll get her and trade you

my lousy little point.

Think of it,

a penny’s worth of paradise

for maximum control,

all the myocardial infarctions

you can handle,

all the CVA’s

you can steal.

I’ll still own

my own ass



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