Bats have no bankers and they do not drink <br />and cannot be arrested and pay no tax <br />and, in general, bats have it made. <br />Henry for joining the human race is bats, <br />known to be so, by few them who think, <br />out of the cave. <br /> <br />Instead of the cave! ah lovely-chilly, dark, <br />ur-moist his cousins hang in hundreds or swerve <br />with personal radar, <br />crisisless, kid. Instead of the cave? I serve, <br />inside, my blind term. Filthy four-foot lights <br />reflect on the whites of our eyes. <br /> <br />He then salutes for sixty years of it <br />just now a one of valor and insights, <br />a theatrical man, <br />O scholar & Legionnaire who as quickly might <br />have killed as cast you. Olè. Stormed with years <br />he tranquil commands and appears.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-63-bats-have-no-bankers-and-they-do-n/
