KE®AAH NO
THE TAILLESS MONKEY
There is no help—but hotch pot !—in the skies
When Astacus sees Crab and Lobster rise.
Man that has spine, and hopes of heaven-to-be,
Lacks the Amoeba’s immortality.
What protoplasm gains in mobile mirth
Is loss of the stability of earth.
If, as Iam not, I were free to choose,
How Buddhahood would battle with The
Booze!
My certainty that destiny is ‘*good”’
Rests on its picking me for Buddhahood.
Were I a drunkard, I should think I had
Good evidence that fate was ‘‘bloody bad.”