BY VASA CLARKE
Come off it, then! What is your future plan?
You’re in good health– your future’s gleaming bright!
Do tell me, are you now a businessman
Who makes great piles and does cocaine at night?
No, sir. I aim to live beneath a bridge
And hike to Florida when it gets cold;
Beneath the arches, I will make my home
And pass my days alone, til I grow old.