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.