THAT MAJESTIC
FUNGUS OF TIME
-(gentlemen sit back and laugh)-
I have to listen to a hundred new
things all at once, and I'm tired. All
that momentary force slides by me
again and again, but all I see are
the people who come and go :
sidewalks full of dreck and matter,
distracted men with their eyes flying,
or with faces downcast as in a bucket,
girls suiting themselves to a tee. This world
exists in tatters, while gentlemen sit back
and laugh. There is no one to disagree.
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