4363. THE OVERRUN GHETTO OF FACTOTUMS

THE OVERRUN GHETTO

OF FACTOTUMS

What would you have taken, I have to ask, like

some gunman shooting at Marcellus shale? My

empowered entrapment means nothing to you?

I am here, and I am here alone.

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Never in my spendthrift days did I see anything like

this  -  the gallery show at the carnival arcade, the

clown catching wooden bullets with his teeth, and

that lawyer, impersonating George Washington again.

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Oh gosh! It's all over now, and the youngest kid is

thirty-two. Like an abstract artist wishing to be  - 

I'm sure of that  -  people must scratch their heads as

 if to say: 'what's the matter with him now?'

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We don't make anything easy.

We don't ever stop to listen.