Happy are those who have seen Godot
for theirs is the kingdom of the circus.
Beat are the Monks whose clapping
hands lack priggish-holy rhythm.
Privileged are those who ask
and can’t get no answer.
Rich are the old who hear
sweet silence coming near.
Beati are the ugly the down
and out whose beauty stuns.
Blessed are the homeless
their room in heaven made.
Happy the captured silent
who wear pork pie hats.
Blessed are the busted
whose crime is alive.
Rich are the poor so
free from distraction.
Lucky are the fall guys
the players in the play of the play.
Canonized are the sinners
free from all rules.
Wealthy are the workers
whose tools are not words.
Blessed are those who fail
for they have their degree.
Happy the ignored their
ignorance unsurpassed.
Abite the teachers who tried
and failed to teach nothing.
Blessed are those damned
to fame and taken amiss.
The Coming of the Toads 