Lyric of the Day!

This is an actual poem-type poem, rather than song lyrics (although I first encountered it sung on the wonderful Beat Suite by the late, great Steve Lacy).

Since I was lazy all week, feel free to substitute "week" for "day" in the title, at your pleasure.

I am watching them churn the last milk they'll ever get from me.
They are waiting for me to die;
They want to make buttons out of my bones.
Where are my sisters and brothers?
That tall monk there, loading my uncle, he has a new cap.
And that idiot student of his -- I never saw that muffler before.
Poor uncle, he lets them load him.
How sad he is, how tired!
I wonder what they'll do with his bones?
And that beautiful tail!
How many shoelaces will they make of that!

--"The Mad Yak", Gregory Corso