Funding the Arts and Sciences

Don’t be a baby
about the bugs behind the leaves
Oh no I am thinking about the bugs behind the leaves
at the same time that I am looking at the bugs
behind the leaves and I am even thinking
about looking at the bugs behind the leaves
Surely I shall perish!
That is your problem, child
Baby it’s not a real problem
not like my problem of wilting desire
and I am the fucking sun
Your problem is like you find a dent in your can
My problem is like an electric can opener
It turns on and it buzzes forever
in the expensive space station
No one can go home