Rue de Marchands
I made my fortune selling hot dogs
along the Rue de Marchands
and am left now to squander it
among the fig trees of paradise.
I made my fortune selling investments
along the boulevards
and am left now to squander it
among the fig trees of paradise.
Consider this one irrefutable fact.
Even among the fig trees of paradise
a man of my means
cannot find a toilet on every street corner.
Diogenes shit wherever he wanted,
like a dog.
He didn’t sell hot dogs or investments
and he didn’t give a fuck about the fig trees of paradise.