Beat Poem by Maggie Bolton

Beat



So, it all turns out to be a loop

William Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac

Your a junkie for disorderness

God junkie, anger, emotion.

But you just cover them up with Paris Hilton jokes

Forever on the road, always ready to go

Ginsberg as my birthday gift, T.S. Eliot as my memory.

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