You are good without thinking,
And this is the best way to be good.
The moment I begin to explain?
The simplest things will be misunderstood.
Revenge yourself against these married blondes.
They may be happy, but they are dumb.
We can discuss the Ayatollah Khomeini,
Sports and jazz, as we drink rum.
You can be the best at improvising,
With your dark hair on your kettle drum.
We’ll indulge in imbecilic quantification—
Woman and man, why not two men?
Until the moon and the evening come.
I’ll slaughter all your preconceptions.
And, later, I’ll write poetry—
When you wake up one night, frightened,
And revenge yourself on me.