Lo que me dice Gaussian al comenzar mi tesis

NOBODY LOSES ALL THE TIME
I HAD AN UNCLE NAMED
SOL WHO WAS A BORN FAILURE AND
NEARLY EVERYBODY SAID HE SHOULD HAVE GONE
INTO VAUDEVILLE PERHAPS BECAUSE MY UNCLE SOL COULD
SING MCCANN HE WAS A DIVER ON XMAS EVE LIKE HELL ITSELF WHICH
MAY OR MAY NOT ACCOUNT FOR THE FACT THAT MY UNCLE
SOL INDULGED IN THAT POSSIBLY MOST INEXCUSABLE
OF ALL TO USE A HIGHFALOOTIN PHRASE
LUXURIES THAT IS OR TO
WIT FARMING AND BE
IT NEEDLESSLY
ADDED
MY UNCLE SOL'S FARM
FAILED BECAUSE THE CHICKENS
ATE THE VEGETABLES SO
MY UNCLE SOL HAD A
CHICKEN FARM TILL THE
SKUNKS ATE THE CHICKENS WHEN
MY UNCLE SOL
HAD A SKUNK FARM BUT
THE SKUNKS CAUGHT COLD AND
DIED AND SO
MY UNCLE SOL IMITATED THE
SKUNKS IN A SUBTLE MANNER
OR BY DROWNING HIMSELF IN THE WATERTANK
BUT SOMEBODY WHO'D GIVEN MY UNCLE SOL A VICTOR
VICTROLA AND RECORDS WHILE HE LIVED PRESENTED TO
HIM UPON THE AUSPICIOUS OCCASION OF HIS DECEASE A
SCRUMPTIOUS NOT TO MENTION SPLENDIFEROUS FUNERAL WITH
TALL BOYS IN BLACK GLOVES AND FLOWERS AND EVERYTHING AND
I REMEMBER WE ALL CRIED LIKE THE MISSOURI
WHEN MY UNCLE SOL'S COFFIN LURCHED BECAUSE
SOMEBODY PRESSED A BUTTON
(AND DOWN WENT
MY UNCLE
SOL
AND STARTED A WORM FARM)

E. E. CUMMINGS