bum u

i am a bum. bum bum bum bum bum

bums are as necessary as mouths hands eyes livers

but you treat them differently

imagine what you’d be like without bums

you’d blow up from all that shit inside you!

           

you need to get it out and we’re your getter-outers

i’m the most productive bum on the planet

i have excellent texture and regularity

i’m so clean you could eat from me

i smell like lavender and cacao

i work from when i awake to when i sleep and even when i sleep

i don’t watch tv or drive a car or own much of anything except books and music

i’m mostly vegan

i walk and read and watch films and listen to music and walk and write and walk and walk and sit and watch and walk and write and watch and walk

(i’ve played the structures of work in the nonbum world and only bum now plays well)

you’re born into givens and say

we will fit into the givens

a common response

but if everyone did that the givens would be caves and clubs

art, science, philosophy, technology, mysticism come from bums

the uncommon from what you despise, cover up, deny, exploit, clinicize, institutionalize

the common from the uncommon

you from the common

{colonialists pretending you’re anti-!}

{supremacists wearing democratic makeup!}

i am a bum      a bumbum          a holy eye of turd

i call myself among other things … a sadoo

sadoos. bums. we’re everywhere. we’re common too