I saw you quote him recently on another medium.
Last evening, whilst taking my mom & sis on a brief walking tour of my neighborhood, there was a woman situated by a bar/music venue, a spa and a variable space with a typewriter on a portable table. She had a sign that said, "give me a topic, I'll write you a poem". And in a sense, I somehow channeled Gerry thinking, "why the make the beast with two backs would I trust a complete and random stranger to convey one simple thought of mine into a poem"...
There once was a cynic called Randy
Whose perspective was augmented by brandy
Trust you I should not
To pen not a jot
About that which I believe to be dandy
