thoughts at sunset

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

illustrations by konrad kraus

people try so hard to be different but they are all the same and spend their rapidly dwindling days inventing elaborate games cleopatra scratched a mosquito bite as she floated down the nile and little moses told her she looked prettier when she smiled cinderella had a runny nose and couldn’t go to the ball the wicked stepsisters went instead a good time was had by all constantine was a christian a gentleman through and through he sat on the beach at sunset and watched the waves turn red and blue delilah tricked poor samson and cut off all his hair then samson cried his eyes out because life is so unfair hitler was a bad person though he displayed occasional charm sometimes he wished he had never been born or stayed down on the farm stalin had a rosary his mama gave him when he left home and he kept it with him forever through land and sea and foam walter winchell wore a hat and smoked many cigarettes and wore his rubbers when it rained but still his feet got wet everybody wants to be famous and not just do their duty they will lie and cheat and murder and even shake their booty i have no words of wisdom to keep you from feeling sad people could be nice to each other but it is more fun being bad