A Hot Head | version finale

I am not allowed to enter the clinic
I am not allowed to cross the street
and such things
but please do not blame anybody
such is our climate

I am planning to depart
but I cannot carry that burden
even thousand poets
producing poetic fillets
cannot carry that burden


let alone a couple of poets
who stood to cook in pots
to edit today step by step
three cold x-large pigs
and one hot head