The following poem by Jack Jones, founder of the Dil Pickle Club of Chicago, hangout for Malfew Seklew and publisher of Might is Right, appeared in the second issue of the Dil Pickler journal.
I GO
I go slowly
In a slow way,
My means being lowly.
I go unbidden,
Yea even forbidden.
I go to discover—
I know not.
But I go,
For only can I know
By going.
—Jack Jones.
