a rhapsody of life

in #funny7 years ago

Hello, men. Everybody studying

for their goddamn exams?

Hey, Buzz, how'd it go

with that Dee-Dee chick?

She's got some bod,

you have to admit.

Charlene isn't bad,

either, though, right?

Like wow!

Hines!

You swine, old buddy pig!

You groove behind Alvina,

get some kicks tonight?

Bastards.

You'd think the goddamn exams...

was the be-all and end-all

of existence...

cosmic life force

or something.

You'd think they were

the frigging fugitives.

Can't even get in

a few decent words to a guy.

Bastards.

What a bore,

they just sit there...

and take bennies

and stay up all night...

with their face stuck

in a bunch of books...

and their thumb up their ass.

Yes, yes,

I remember the time...

when it was all very inspiring

and enlightening...

all this history and literature

and sociology shit.

You think learning

is a really big thing...

and you become

this big fucking intellectual...

and sit around trying

to out-intellectual...

all the other big

fucking intellectuals.

You spend years and years...

with your nose buried

in these goddamn tomes...

while the world

is passing you by.

All the stuff to see...

and all the kicks...

and all the girls

are out there.

And me, a writer!

And a poet who should be

having adventures...

and experiencing

all the diversities...

and paradoxes

and ironies of life...

and passing over

all the roads of the world!

And digging all the cities

and towns and rivers...

and the oceans and...

making all of them chicks.

Oh, God.

As a writer and a poet...

it is my duty to get out there

and dig the world...

to swim in

the whole frigging scene...

while there is

still time, man.

My farting around days

are over, baby.

From this day on, I shall live

every day as if it was my last.

I must do it!

No more of the dreary,

boring classes...

dismal lectures,

sitting around bullshitting..

with pretentious

fat-ass hippies.

No more of the books...

the spoutings of

a bunch of old farts...

who think they know

the whole goddamn score.

Oh, my God, what have I done?

I set all my notes

and books on fire...

and now I can't study

for my exams.

I'll flunk out,

and my folks will be pissed off.

I'll get a blanket.

The blanket's on fire.

We better call

the fire department.

(Fritz the Cat - Ralph Bakshi)