Here you will find the Poem The Whole Mess... Almost of poet Gregory Corso
I ran up six flights of stairs to my small furnished room opened the window and began throwing out those things most important in life First to go, Truth, squealing like a fink: 'Don't! I'll tell awful things about you!' 'Oh yeah! Well, I've nothing to hide? OUT!' Then went God, glowering & whimpering in amazement: 'It's not my fault! I'm not the cause of it all!' 'OUT!' Then Love, cooing bribes: 'You'll never know impotency! All the girls on Vogue covers, all yours!' I pushed her fat ass out and screamed: 'You always end up a bummer!' I picked up Faith Hope Charity all three clinging together: 'Without us you'll surely die!' 'With you I'm going nuts! Goodbye!' The Beauty? ah, Beauty-- As I led her to the window I told her: 'You I loved the best in life ?but you're a killer; Beauty kills!' Not really meaning to drop her I immediately ran downstairs getting there just in time to catch her 'You saved me!' she cried I put her down and told her: 'Move on.' Went back up those six flights went to the money there was no money to throw out. The only thing left in the room was Death hiding beneath the kitchen sink: 'I'm not real!' It cried 'I'm just a rumor spread by life?' Laughing I threw it out, kitchen sink and all and suddenly realized Humor was all that was left-- All I could do with Humor was to say: 'Out the window with the window!'