I think I'll read another Tom Lux poem,
and then we'll go to Belfast.
I think we need something before we go to Belfast.
This is called "Poem to My Creditors."
After Alan Duggan.
You'll never get me, banks, hospitals, real estate
agencies, collection agencies, national brotherhood
of x-ray technicians.
Never.
[LAUGHTER]
You make me nervous, though, all silent now for a few months
as if you were ganging up on this guy, Lux,
forging your little blades into one big blade.
Oh, I'm nervous.
I should warn you, pals, forget it.
You won't get it, a drop of my green blood.
I have none.
Therefore I cannot owe none.
Besides, you'll never find me.
Everywhere you look, I'm gone, none and gone, none and gone.
They barely half rhyme like my wallet, bank account,
and credit.
[LAUGHTER]