-Elizabeth Brewster
Somebody told me about two men
Who were taking LSD--and maybe were a little drunk--
Who spent most of a night
Thinking they were supporting a bridge across the river.
It was a great responsibility,
A great strain on the muscles,
And think of all those cars
And all the pedestrians
Who might have fallen to death
If the men had dropped the bridge.
I laughed, but next day
Stayed home from work
And rested my back from supporting
My share of the world.