WHY TRY?

And she was brown
And she always dressed and wore brown
And she had a fine brown body
And she had two beautiful brown eyes
And she would sit in the Beat Café
on her brown behind on a hard brown bench
and listen to brown sounds entertain her brown thoughts
And she would often double cross her big brown legs
And reveal her beautiful brown pleasing knees
And as she sat in the Beat Café on her brown behind on the 
	hard brown bench
And listening to brown sounds coming from
   brown entertainers of brown bohemia
I	saw		a young white girl		throw away her
		brand new jar of		
						suntan lotion	and sigh:

							      WHY TRY?

--Ted Joans