In English 302 we read Gregory Corso's poem 'I Met This Guy Who Died' and created mimics of them in class. Our professor called on us randomly to read our versions outloud. I made the classic mistake of making eye contact and didn't look down quick enough. But, luckily, it was enjoyed by the class and prof!

Here is the the original poem as well my mimic.

I  MET THIS GUY WHO DIED by Gregory Corso

We caroused

                Did the bars

                                Became fast friends

He wanted me to tell him

                What poetry was

                                I told him

Happy tipsy one night

I took him home to see my newborn child

A great sorrow came over him

“O Gregory” he moaned

                “you brought up something to die”

I MET A PRIEST WHO DIDN’T PREACH (mimic of ^)

We sat in the pews.

Silence hung between us.

I wanted him to

tell me what to do.

But he just sat there, head bowed,

ropes hanging off him

like clothes on a line.

Then, somberly, he said,

“Sometimes, you just

 got to give up”

Love from Pullman,

The Blonde and The Bullshit