By now you have discovered
much to your chagrin
that there are no virgins--
only Joan Rivers
(far from what you had imagined)
and you are trapped with her
inside this little room
where she is telling you
every rude and biting one-liner
she ever came up with
on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
throughout eternity
if need be
until one day
a light will switch on
inside your head
and you will grin from ear to ear
at long long long long long long long long long long long long
last
as you are finally beginning to grasp
The Cosmic Joke
