Donuts

I don't mind if my studies whirl me through space and time,

Time, the dime that pays for our studies, our crimes,

The buddies, the lines, defined in our minds,

that couple the bodies misaligned with the pace and the rhyme.

Keep on the drudges installed in the fences installed in the trenches

Keep on the labors, the pains and the stenches.

What one can sense is all is buming and Bensons

But no matter the lugging, the wretching, the thumbing

Nothing beats free donuts at the end of a long week!