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
