Henry’s Dream Song Stolen From Sponge Bob

You know what goes good with everything?
Ripped pants
and this song I’m singing,

song of myself, the tell-tale heart,
the bridge, the waste land,
the broad shoulders of Chicago.

You know what goes good with everything?
The curls of pretty girls
and this song I strum on the guitar,

the road not traveled,
the union dead, the howl,
the uncapitalized poetry of edward estlin,

the dream songs,
the human poems of cesar vallejo
and the useless poetry of pendejos.