I'm the queerest young fellow that ever you heard.

My mother's a jew, my father's a bird.

With Joseph the joiner I cannot agree,

So here's to disciples and Calvary.

If anyone thinks that I amn't divine

He'll get no free drinks when I'm making the wine

But have to drink water and wish it were plain

That I make when the wine becomes water again.

Goodbye, now, goodbye. Write down all I said

And tell Tom, Dick and Harry I rose from the dead.

What's bred in the bone cannot fail me to fly

And Olivet's breezy... Goodbye, now, goodbye.

Taken from James Joyce's Ulysses. What do you make of it?

What the hell is wrong with you, Traffic?

I swear, sometimes...

*sigh*

Moving to Vogon Poetry.

Cheers,

Lost