When all is said and done, some silly fool will surely say: wow, that was cool, let’s do it again, and the tigers and monkeys will be trotted out for show and we’ll laugh and sing and dance and weep and kill a tiger or two just to say we could and did and the women will all get naked except for the prettiest one which drags you off into the new bushes and all i hear for eons is moans and grunts and giggles until morning when you come back and say its yer turn but let me warn you shes mean as a witch and drunk like a buzzard so heres a twenty and dont be shy when she takes out the cork its just a picture of the real thing so you kick me in the ass like only an old friend can and i go out and come back and then we know things we cant say but we know we would if we could so its alright and the sun makes like a tornado and its night again and we huddle near the fire and drink from our pockets the whiskey of our loins and pass out and sleep without dreaming until god comes and hes in drag and penny loafers trying to bum a smoke and somebody tells him to get lost and he starts whimpering so somebody digs out a pack of menthols and when he complains somebody mentions begging and choosing so he says i guess yer right and chain smokes em all telling us about his son and how he never visits or calls and how maybe heaven should get a new paintjob but he’s not sure because white is awful nice and not too unpleasant. Bout this time the symphony of snores is quite impressive so i get out my dictaphone which looks like a graham cracker and god says i didn’t make that the devil must be lurkin and i say well of course you old nincampoop how’d you think we got this party started anyhow and he goes off mutterin somethin about all the fun and i fall asleep in yer arms again but only this time i dream and its a good dream i’ll never remember.