Your dada is surreal
It's a post-modern anti-art bonanza
Or was that bonneroo in its commercial glory
You must have found too much fungus at burning mange
Or was it something like a poem
Or perhaps high literary style
With a John Cage sonata
Guiding the novice through Ulysses
Understand, it doesn't mean
To hurt is not about you
Until the cut enters the genre
And carries the science, the fiction, the day
Undergird: the Prague school has a happening
In the bau-house, ready to drink
A few too many coffees and call the resulting angst
Philosophy
Can't we all just history along and forget about
Biology and selection and culture and
All those human subjects
Who didn't give their consent
Before becoming guppy food
For an artificial blender
Roman Ryan 