Groucho Marx (1890–1977) This is no way to live! Teetering on starched sheets, hard pillows, as I wait to fall — so many needle marks, I feel as though I’ve spent my time here wooing a reluctant porcupine. But waiting here is better than what waits for me in turn: the entrance to a club that I don’t want to join.
"Groucho Marx".
from "Last Words" - a sequence of poems each starting with the last words (sometimes apocryphal) of a well-known person.
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