Sunday Morning

Poem By Ted Berrigan

1.

It's A Fact



If you stroke a cat about 1,000,000 times, you will
generate enough electricity to light up the largest
American Flag in the world for about one minute.

2.

Turnabout



In former times people who committed adultery
got stoned;
Nowadays it's just a crashing bringdown.

3.

A Mongolian Sausage



By definition: a long stocking: you fill it full of shit,
and then you punch holes in it. Then you swing it over
your head in circles until everybody goes home.

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