Let us suppose, valleys & such ago, <br />one pal unwinding from his labours in <br />one bar of Chicago <br />and this did actually happen. This was so. <br />And many graces are slipped, & many a sin <br />even that laid man low <br /> <br />but this will be remembered & told over, <br />that she was heard at last, haughtful & greasy, <br />to brawl in that low bar: <br />'You can biff me, you can bang me, get it you'll never. <br />I may be only a Polack broad but I don't lay easy. <br />Kiss my ass, that's what you are.' <br /> <br />Women is better, braver. In a foehn of loss <br />entire, which too they hotter understand, <br />having had it, <br />we struggle. Some hang heavy on the sauce, <br />some invest in the past, one hides in the land. <br />Henry was not his favourite.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-15-let-us-suppose-valleys-such-ago/
