wow, it will just totally suck if the album sucks… a new poem by ron padgett

when
the
cops
come
and
kick
in
your
door
with
their
jackboots
are
you
really
going
to
be
willing
to
admit
that
you
are
the
emperor
of
ice
cream?
admit
that
you
got
a
year
in
Paris
on
a
Fulbright?
admit
a
spiritual
exhaustion
and
diffuse
feelings
of
rebellion?