This poem was originally typeset in uppercase.
HERE'S
WHAT IS
ALL COMES TO
NOW
BRANDED
LIKE CATTLE
BY THE BIG BOYS
OUT TO PLAY
THE GUT-STRINGS
OF OUR SHRIVELED
HEARTS
WHAT CHOICE
OR WHAT A TERRIFIC
COMBINATION
COMBIFICATION
RATHER
OF
ACCESSIBLE
MEDIFICATION
IN A WAY
ACCESSIBLE
ONLY TO SOME
ONLY TO ONE
WHAT SENSE
OF THE LONELINESS
WHAT SENSE
OF THE DAILY
SURPRISE
WHAT PASSION
WHAT TIME
WHAT
NO
EMPTY
YOUR EYES
BUT FULL ARE
YOUR CAPS
BUT FULL
ARE YOUR CAPS
IN THE END
NEVER A
COMPETITION
ALWAYS
A ONE-WAY
ALLIANCE
AND WHAT CHOICE
IN THE END
THOSE CUT OUT
ARE LEFT
WITH
THEIR
PENISES
IN ALCOHOL
THEIR MINDS
WATCHING
TENSELY
THE BATTLE
BETWEEN
PROZAC
AND
VIAGRA