The Loser
by Shel Silverstein
Mama said I'd lose my head
if it wasn't fastened on.
Today I guess it wasn't
'cause while playing with my cousin
it fell off and rolled away
and now it's gone.
And I can't look for it
'cause my eyes are in it,
and I can't call to it
'cause my mouth is on it
(couldn't hear me anyway
'cause my ears are on it),
can't even think about it
'cause my brain is in it.
So I guess I'll sit down
on this rock
and rest for just a minute...
"There are certain people I would like to thank. Certain corporations and facilities behind the engineering of what follows. Certain logos and catch phrases and do-it-yourself handbooks.
Thanks is well deserved.
For what exactly?
I’m not too sure.
Thanks to all the pushers and hipsters who helped make this possible. Peter, Thomas Pynchon and the Marquis de Sade. Thanks. There are others. But I’m sure they would prefer not to be named.
Eat it and purge thankful bursts. Happy trails amigos. Buen dia and so on. All those to thank, I thank you. You know who you are. Thank you all for allowing for madness in the world. A little madness that gave me room to move for these 23 years. Cram it all in. A clusterfuck of an American brand. Nobody-Does-It-Better-Like a Rock-Chevy-Tough-Have-It-Your-Way-madness. Thank you to those who sold it straight. Who gave it away cheap or free. Eat it up. It’s better than the alternative. "- some ugle robot 2006
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