It Always Happens

While we're on the subject of verbal cut-and-pastery, here's one of my favorites of my older attempts. This is a beat poem about a man whose weird kinks keep wrecking his relationships. It's assembled from bits and pieces of an old vocabulary-building record from (if I recall correctly) the 70's. I can't for the life of me remember where I jacked the drums from, which is a shame because they're great.