From my beatnik days. I wrote this while I was sitting in my "Drama" class. I call this a "Drama" class as opposed to a drama class (note the capitalization and the quotation marks) because all my friends and I really did was sit around and laugh at the beatnik poetry that I wrote (We got an "A", so don't worry). This poem is to be accompanied by either the rhythmic snapping of fingers, or the rhythmic drumming on tubberware.