Country-Western Ballad
to the tune of O Homeless Me
What I have built and what I have bought
and what I have coaxed into bloom--
that is all I live for now,
and without them I am squat,
a ghost in an unfurnished room.
So don't suppose you're doing me a favor,
that you're some fuckin' kind of savior
because you squeeze my scabby feet
in someone else's worn-out shoes.
I'm not pro-life, my would-be friend.
I am pro-Choice. So let me choose
A fitting end.
--Tom Disch