I Found A Business In My Sadness

Am I in time to burn?
or do I have to wait my turn?
I find my match in gasoline.
Inflammatory and joyously grievous.
I like to lick tape, and chew my mike and Ike's in piece.
Insanity is gravy to drink backwards.
I often get it caught in my teeth.
I look at the sidewalk and the businessmen walk by in digust.
My business all over the place.
Set up a stand and join the disarray of putrid thought.
In my haste to make waste, I forgot to Howl at the crazy sane people.
I will howl this and that for pennies, nickels, and dimes.
A fine trade for the poor.
Beg and you will achieve nothing in nothing.
A scrap for this, A scrap for that.
A fine kettle to cook the ill's gotten gains.