agnes the elephant

I spent the afternoon at the Wagon Wheel in Nebraska City this afternoon, working on a long poem called Agnes the Elephant. A man named Artie was sitting next to me. What are you working on? he asked. A long poem I said. Oh yeah, he said, I can write a long poem longer than you. Do do do do be beep boop. I asked him how long his poem was. Til the death of the world he said. Wow, what’s it about? I asked. Then he said, You’re not paying attention, son.