ALL FUMBLED UP
WITH LOVE AND DEATH
Man makes his wealth like man makes a hammer -
something hard and strange with which to beat
others down. The skyscraper knows the lingo,
as does the boat and the ship. That cargo which
carries itself so fraught, the big rigs trek it
all across the land. Man is an idiot, man.
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I've never really been to places of the dark :
that boiling cauldron of Hell has yet to see my
ticket. I don't believe in any of it anyway; it
has to be here already. If this is the universe
(man, man, flickering flame on the palm of
a hand) then we are here, of it - it's not
'outside' of us and there isn't no 'other place'.
Don't you see or is it just me?
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Now, listen: hear the bumble-bee disaster
happen, the dragonfly and the frog, the cicada
and the darning needle. All those weirdo creatures
dying off. Mankind's killing the world; he watches
it die while he heads to the bank, hoping to profit
from all the killing and death. Man is an idiot, man.
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