Who played this trick, Mr. Jack Kerovac

"Who played this cruel joke, on bloke after bloke, packing like a rat, across the desert flat? Was it God got mad, like the Indian clad, who was only a giver, crooked like the river? Gave you a garden, let it all harden, then comes the flood, and the loss of your blood? Pray tell us, good buddy, and don't make it muddy, who played this trick, on Harry and Dick, and why is so mean, this Eternal Scene, just what's the point, of this whole joint?" DHARMA BUMS- Jack Kerovac