I ran up six flights of stairs

    to my small furnished room   

    opened the window

    and began throwing out

    those things most important in life

    First to go, Truth, squealing like a fink:

    “Don’t! I’ll tell awful things about you!”

    “Oh yeah? Well, I’ve nothing to hide ... OUT!”

    Then went God, glowering & whimpering in amazement:   

    “It’s not my fault! I’m not the cause of it all!” “OUT!”   

    Then Love, cooing bribes: “You’ll never know impotency!   

    All the girls on Vogue covers, all yours!”

    I pushed her fat ass out and screamed:

    “You always end up a bummer!”

    I picked up Faith Hope Charity

    all three clinging together:

    “Without us you’ll surely die!”

    “With you I’m going nuts! Goodbye!”

    Then Beauty ... ah, Beauty—

    As I led her to the window

    I told her: “You I loved best in life

    ... but you’re a killer; Beauty kills!”   

    Not really meaning to drop her

    I immediately ran downstairs

    getting there just in time to catch her   

    “You saved me!” she cried

    I put her down and told her: “Move on.”

    Went back up those six flights

    went to the money

    there was no money to throw out.

    The only thing left in the room was Death   

    hiding beneath the kitchen sink:

    “I’m not real!” It cried

    “I’m just a rumor spread by life ... ”   

    Laughing I threw it out, kitchen sink and all   

    and suddenly realized Humor

    was all that was left—

    All I could do with Humor was to say:   

    “Out the window with the window!”

    ~  Gregory Corso