I'm so glad you came tonight.
I sometimes worry no one will show up, and without you,
there'd be little point
in my being here.
I think you should know I worry a lot.
Like the Nobel sperm bank. Something bothers me about the
world's greatest geniuses
sitting around
reading pornography
and jerking off.
I worry that Andy Warhol may be right--
And everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes.
How will there ever be room for us all
at Betty Ford's?
I even worry about reflective flea collars. Oh, sure, drivers can
see them glow in the dark
but so can the fleas.
One thing I have no worry about is whether
God exists.
But it has occured to me that God has Alzheimer's and has
forgotten
we exist.