We drank and got high and read Nabokov together, listened to jazz
And cheated on each other. In the 90s we did everything for a laugh.
Intellectualism was its own ticket to the naked show. Bill Clinton
Was president. Harvard Square was filled with bars pouring for the young.
A large vocabulary meant one was insincere; moral deceit for the smart
Triumphed, and even chicks who were super cool succumbed to a broken heart,
The same as those in crowds who went out for ice cream rather than beer.
Evidence it mattered? One good poem? Nope. Nothing. Not even a tear.