found poem for english (:

Mack, Elder, Leader, Mentor
Group of men
No families, no money, and no ambition
Search for contentment, contentment casually
Collected frogs
Living in large rusty pipes, the shadow of the black cypress
The flow and the vitality stiffened slightly
The Abbeville place property
Knock out windows, burn down
Keep an eye on it.

Had a wife
Turned sour, poisoned, hurt
Couldn’t stand it
Make the boys laugh, glad
This will teach me

Won’t remember nothing, won’t learn nothin’
Mack cried
Wreckage on the floor
It never come off that way
Clean up here
No you won’t

True philosophers know everything; survive
People tear themselves to pieces, they are relaxed
Sick men, with bad stomachs, and bad souls are healthy and clean
Satisfy
As simple as that.

From Cannery Row