Mail From Heidegger

Thrown into this world
and then like this
this cannot be all there is
and teaching to ski
surely it misfit like me
The thoughts he is sorting
the mustache he’s porting
Oh! He’ll understand
He knows about being
the darkness I’m seeing
but true, rather in mind
We are very much at work now
We can get back to you now
Sorry… sorry, we are sorry
But we will get back to you
In mother’s saloon
reading to the commune
to all the high society
sits there and bears
the housewife ideas
a circus freak just like me
We are very much at work now
We can get back to you now
Sorry… sorry, we are sorry
But we will get back to you