17th Chorus

Джек Керуак
Little girls worry too much
For no one will hurt them
Except the beast
Whom they'd knife
In another life
In the as well East
As West of Bethlehem
And do of it much

   Rhetorical Third Street
Grasping at racket
   Groans 8c stinky
      I've no time
      To dally hassel
      In your heart's house,
      It's too gray
      I'm too cold—
      I wanta go to Golden,
       That's my home.