I was recalling a poem a friend of mine bastardized years ago and wanting to pass it on to another friend this morning. As I was working to remember it I realized that I was a bit uncertain of a line or two. It occurred to be that it might have found its way on to the net along the way, so I searched and that got me to totse.

So, I just have a sort of boneheaded question. The poem is
The Geatlat Prayer

I do my laundry, and you do yours.
I am not in this world to listen to your ceaseless yammering,
And you are not in this world for any discernable reason at all.
You are you, and I am I, and I got the better deal.
And if by chance we find each other, it will be unspeakably tedious.
Fuck off.

I think a guy I knew in the 60s and 70s named Bob Gumpertz wrote it. I can't tell who posted it. So, if the poster would contact me, I'd be beholden to you.

Thanks

Michael

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