A friend of mine meant to say "Beauty and the Beast," but it came out "beats," so I wrote this. It's a poem, so no music.

Beauty and the Beats

So Marilyn Monroe walks into a bar.
Some dark and dank den.
This guy comes to her and says,
"Hi, I'm Richard Brautigan.
That's Allen Ginsburg.
And he's Jack.
Jack Kerouac."
Can't stop the signal.
Kinda short... In fact almost to short to be allowed, so watch out. But I have a poem about Jack, and Bill burroughs, and Herbert Huncke up at the moment. Big fan of the beat Generation.

love is a dog from hell.

i dont get it at all, and i dont think its me, i think its the writting, hey but i could be slow,