Lonesome On the Beat Way

Lonesome on the beat and path; I am lonesome on the Beat way. On the Road with Jack Kerouac and having a lunch naked with William S. Burroughs, while listing to Allen Ginsberg telling us how he saw the minds of his generation go with madness. The red heads and the brunettes lost all their ways as they go down on one-another. Women in white lingerie killed as the boys in blue jeans kill each other with laughter and foolish jokes. Agree with me, if you may; and paraphrase if you would, please do, to see if I have gone mad, or just talking outside of the box. I walk alone, lonesome with books of dead poets, trying to become my own person, losing that war to me, myself and I. Hold close to me, but don't stare into my eyes, for you'll fall madly in love with me, or grow mad yourself and feel my pain.