Why I Don`t Care At All About Copyright
I don`t care at all about what you do with my poems.
You can steal them, laugh at them or cut them up to make blackmail letters for your boss. You can eat them or
smoke them as long as you beforehand bake them in the oven for two hours. You can sing them in the toilet,
kiss them or spray them in the Underground in Berlin, cover them with paint, leave them at midnight before
a poem orphanage or make love to them on the back seat of an old Ford.
You can even ( if you have nothing better to do ) read them.
I just hope they will one day grow up
and run about the park
on a summer evening.